"Dead as a doornail, apparently," he agreed, taking another drink of ale. "But feel pretty good today."
He coughed into his hand, setting the glass down, then looked at her. "Longbottom. Neville." He wiped at his mouth, then his hands with his napkin, then burst out laughing. "Yeah, actually, I knew your father. And your... grandmother, I guess. Alice is a friend of mine. I used to hold your dad to give her a break. He was what... about a year old, when I saw him last."
He tossed the napkin aside. "Prewett, but you probably know the Weasleys. Molly's my sister. I'm sure you know Dominique? I think Molly said she worked here."