"You know what I mean," Essery said with an accusing finger in his chest. "No one wearing waders and a tutu because he thinks that's the way muggles dress, then standing around talking to the turnstile to get it to move..." Because yes, she'd seen that, and No, it was not attractive in the least.
"So, if he likes another quidditch team but doesn't mind getting into bar brawls with you and Fergus, he's alright?"