"Yeah. You didn't knock me over or anything. Wait... I know you..." Lisa looked up at the rather large man before her as Albus sniffed his shoes. "Aren't you Marcus Flint? Yeah...went to school with ya. I'm Lisa Turpin. Ex-Ravenclaw. How are ya?" She smiled up at the man, squinting in the sun.

Funny how one ran into people from school in the middle of a place as large as London. But then, Lisa paid attention to good fliers and for all of his violence on the pitch...he was a good flier.