Meghan looked up, a flicker of recognition in her eyes as she raised her own glass and nodded, flashing him a smile. It didn't take her but a moment to realize who it was, even from across the room. Everyone knew who Viktor Krum was, didn't they? Everyone who followed Quidditch did, anyway, and Meghan had loved the sport long before she'd even gotten on a broom.
Rather than swooning over him as many of her peers had done, Meghan had a lot of respect and admiration for his skill and there wasn't a trace of self-consciousness in her demeanor as she rose from her seat to approach him.
"I think I should have got what you're having. It looks like much more fun," she greeted him, a teasing little smirk on her lips.