As Wayne entered, Megan was in the process of shuffling cards for an evening match of exploding snap. She'd found a first year who was eager to learn and was in the process of rounding on a second game to hone the younger girl's skills. She'd positioned herself in the common room so that she could see most of the entrances from the basement hall to the dorm corridors. It was only a matter of time that Wayne venture out to civilized surroundings. To say she planned this 'chance' meeting was... an understatement.
Megan Jones wasn't so socially retarded that she was completely oblivious to the tension between them. It'd been present all week - she knew it. In fact, despite what should have been a victorious hoorah following the posting of quidditch positions... she wasn't as excited as she felt she should have been. And because of the mixed feelings she felt her emotions had ventured onto being slightly annoyed by Wayne's response to the entire thing. Clearly, his dissatisfaction for the situation was bringing her down!
"Oi!" she called after the boy with the guitar. Jumping up from her seat she handed the cards over to a third year boy who was calling dibs on 'winner.' Trying her best to seem unconfrontational she awkwardly gave Wayne a smile and fidgeted slightly with her hands before shoving them in her pockets. "Can we talk?" Megan asked - her tone mixed with a hint of exhausted desperation.