Richard had always had a good memory for faces and names and things like that. It was part of what helped him be successful in his line of work. It didn't take long for the details to come to mind.
"Jones," he nodded. "Didn't recognize you at first. Few years behind me. Not that Weasley ginger." Ginny had beaten him to the snitch by a handsbreadth in a championship game. "And a pretty fair keeper. Fair enough you went pro, if I'm recalling correctly. Have to be honest with you, I don't really follow Quidditch that closely these days. What have you been up to lately, and how are you doing?"