"Oh." Neville looked up when he heard someone greet him, not having noticed Molly come in. "Hullo." His voice was maybe a little bit less steady than it normally would have been but not wildly; it was hardly his first night spent like this and he held his drink pretty well these days.
Looking at Molly, he didn't recognise her right away. She seemed familiar, like he might have met her once, or like he should know her, but he couldn't quite place her. She definitely wasn't a student, but maybe a relative of one? Someone who had graduated while he was still apprenticing possibly? Someone who worked at the ministry while he'd been there? He went through the list in his head but nothing seemed to catch.
"I-I'm sorry...have we met?" he asked eventually, not wanting to further embarrass himself by guessing and getting it wrong.