"It's true. I'm angling to be a crazy cat man at some point," Zacharias said with a laugh. "Just have to start getting cats first." He didn't have any pets, because he was off a lot for Quidditch when the season was in progress. He did like cats though. They were clever and independent. Unlike dogs while slobbered all over you and needed constant attention.
"Medium," he echoed and shook his head in amusement. "Well that's something." He sat down then, to pour the drinks and hand one to Ernie. Their glasses clinked together and he took a mouthful of his own. The alcohol burned its way down his throat, and when he parted his lips, a small wisp of smoke came out.
"I can't complain," he said as he settled back, an arm running along the back of the sofa. "Well, I could..." Zacharias did have quite a talent for snark, after all. "Waiting for the season to start up." He hadn't been able to play in the World Cup, as he'd had a rather massive injury during training camp. Much to his irritation, but there wasn't anything to be done about that.
"Taking it easy until then." Although he didn't like too much idle time, too much down time... he liked to be doing things. Zacharias wasn't one for boredom.
Lifting his glass, he took another swallow. "I could ask you the same, although I think I have an idea." What with the whole break up thing with Susan and all. Zacharias still didn't understand what had gone wrong there!