"Everyone needs a hobby!" Meghan flashed a cheeky grin. Of course they liked picking on her. It was amazingly fun and she was still grinning as she took the butterbeer, though her grin turned to a mock scowl a moment later.
"Penelope Clearwater! You promised not to tell!"
Her expression was a perfect mock somber one as she leaned in to whisper to Ollie, a little too loudly for it to be a real whisper. "She was secretly in love with me in fifth year. Wouldn't leave her bed for stays when I rejected her advances. Told her I could never fall in love with someone who liked the Falcons."
She grinned again, then, leaning back and taking a pull at the butterbeer and feeling immensely pleased with herself.