Ronan's eyes kept moving toward the crowd. It was habit, one that had sharpened while living in the streets. Now that he was back with the Aurors, he couldn't help but do it even more.
When he noticed the woman came toward them, he already knew that this had to be the famous Minerva. He stood up as she near and waited until she was seated again, to sat down. He took her hand and shook it. "I am indeed. It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard a lot about you. It's nice to put a face to the name." Also a scent, one that he wouldn't forget.