It was probably the first time Tristan had recognized a Quidditch player in his entire life. He allowed himself a brief, proud smile. It was no surprise at all that she shouldn't recognize him. He thought they might have overlapped a couple of years at Hogwarts, but she was clearly younger, and ... well, if even he knew her name, she was famous. "Dunstan," he said, pulling his map to his chest and nodding politely, all while trying to keep out of the way of the relentless crowd. "Tristan. And - I think you're right, actually." She might not have been; he was useless with maps, and all he knew was that it was where he needed to be to catch his train. "I don't come here nearly often enough. I always remember it as being so much less cramped than Diagon, but -" But the people who were very nearly walking on his toes were giving the lie to that.