Meghan shook her head, waving off his apologies. "You should see the state of my flat," she grinned at him, taking a seat alongside him and starting in on her own food. It was delicious, of course. Penny's French Toast always amazed her. She was a decent enough cook, but something about Penny cooking breakfast foods made her feel like... home.
Her mouth full of toast, she nodded her head when he questioned her. "Nothing until the 28th. Save practise, if course. We've plenty of that." She spoke after she'd swallowed. "You lot are playing Montrose, right? Should be a decent match?" She was thinking of attending that one. It felt weird to do something on game day that didn't involve Quidditch.