Cormac was stopped again by a rather familiar voice. Who didn't know the voice of one of the infamous Weasley twins? The difficulty; however, was attempting to tell them apart. If it was up to him, he would have had their names permanantly written on their forehead until the very end of time...or whatever seemed to come first. Twins. Bah! Unless you were, of course, the Patil twins. They were a completely different story and different subject matter all together.
Cormac turned, giving the Weasley a look before standing tall, as tall as he could next to Fred, and shrugged. "Nothing. If it was something meant for to be heard, I wouldn't have been mumbling it." Which was true! He really wasn't proud that his Quidditch playing back in Hogwarts was less then subpar, but he would always insist it was Harry's fault. No matter how many other people continued to say otherwise.
"How's that business of yours going? Heard it's quite the successful store." Small talk was, really, not Cormac's speciality. Schmoozing and sweet talking he could do. Pretending to care, while part of his job, was just really not in him like it seemed to be with other McLaggen clan members.