Luna waved him down, "Because she was pressured to, not because she really wanted to. Relationship of convenience for others, that's all. Though he was a quidditch player, he is not her type, nor her his." The others looked to Hermione for confirmation. She nodded. They returned their attention to Luna. "This brings us to Marcus Flint, again internationally famous quidditch player. Dark, broody good looks, broad shoulders, and muscled frame to match. Exactly Hermione's type." Luna looked smug.