"Yes, she has already agreed, although with the recent events, I am concerned she might change her mind. It would not surprise me; she needs to keep the students as safe as possible."
He said his last sentence with a grim tone, his expression hardening slightly as the smile evaporated. He drank more, draining his cup, and nodded for the next round. He wasn't sure how much he should go into things with this woman; he knew she played Quidditch but he had no idea of her affiliations in general. Hermione had said to be careful; and he tended to agree with the girl.
"It is not a party there, if that is what you are implying. I have many new co-workers who seem preoccupied with other interests and are not very skilled at the job they hold. This has shifted much more work to me. Not that I mind too much, as it keeps me in the field more than not. But it has increased my hours, hence my visit here. I must owl the Headmistress, as she was unavailable; I want to hold the clinics on Sundays, or perhaps after clas stime on Mondays, as I think I can arrange my schedule as such."
He paused, smirking slightly, "I did not imagine myself a loyal Ministry employee, especially when I first began, but I will stay. I have...a vested interest at the present," and he paused, hoping that he did not give away too much of why he was staying. He stayed to help the Order, in some small way, if he could get in contact with them. He wanted to help Hermione, and he was quite certain helping them would in turn lend her some assistance. And the parade of Muggleborns that he caught glimpses of was starting to bother him greatly.
"I thought originally I would be employed by the Magical Games Department, but it did not work out as I had expected. I will, of course, try out again for Quidditch when the next season opens. I miss it."
He stated the fact evenly, being honest with her about his interest in the game, "But look, you have made me talk on and on about myself. What of you?" he asked, "How did your season go? Do you have other pursuits at the present, with your free time or do you stick solely to Quuidditch?"
He was feeling warmer now, and a bit loser from the rum, and he put an elbow on the bar and leaned towards her, ever so slightly, flirting in as much as he knew how. He didn't usually have to pursue a girl; they had a tendency to throw themselves at him. It was pleasant, to find he needed to push ever so slightly, to coax answers from her. It was a nice change.