He had a particularly nice smile, she noted, as if it was the first time seeing it though he’d been doing so off an on the entire conversation. Giving him a weak one back, she nodded at his ‘thanks’ and listened evenly when he mentioned what he might need, or have to do. Getting special parts, that she could not help him with; she didn’t know the first thing about radio or wireless anything.
When he mentioned his second year, the dates attached, she did her best but some surprise came through widened eyes. He was younger then her, that she could tell- but that much so…she was surprised. However, that was not why she had asked, and hearing the date- she tried to remember him, his voice at all… Nothing. He would have only been twelve then, though, a boy’s voice changed much between twelve and the twenty-five-ish that he was now. Although there was something…
Her smile became a little more real as only few things could do anymore and she nodded, tapping her mug in remembrance. “You were the Gryffindor that took over my final year; Charlie Weasley lost them the Cup that year.” Bloody terrible lose too, to Slytherin of all people.