Impressed that he was going with his werewolf story, Minerva grinned. "That makes you two years older than me. Did you go to Hogwarts? I was in Gryffindor," she said, trying to place Atlas in her head. With a name like Atlas, she was surprised she didn't recognize him outright. Plus, he was rather good looking.
She laughed. "Oh you are, are you? Does it bother you that much that I don't believe you? I mean, come on. If you were really a werewolf you wouldn't be announcing it to a complete stranger," she reasoned.
Minerva nodded, swallowing the slip of her ale. "Yup. I was practically raised above this place. I know every nook and cranny."