"He is  not my type. His maroon robes caught my attention - that's all." In all fairness, his robes seemed to be distracting most of the women in the vicinity. Hermione wondered for a second whether he had Veela in his bloodline somewhere. She swallowed the last of her wine for something to do. She snorted in disdain and turned to Theo. "I think this wine is going to my head already."