Katie spilt pumpkin juice on herself when a ninja bumped into her. "Oh, it's alright," she said, pulling out her wand to clean herself up. "Thanks, Timothy."
"George did a brilliant job with the fireworks," she commented, looking over at her companion. She realized that this wasn't Timothy, but the shorter ninja. His knees were slightly dirty. She looked down at his hands. They were freckled.
Oh.
"He's a great guy, George," she said, as if she was still talking to Timothy, "One of my oldest mates."