Godric's eyebrows shot up for a moment in surprise. Oh, so he did know her -- through writing. He had spoken with Marietta a couple of times, about Quidditch most recently, and another time before that when she said that the legends never included the fact that he was funny. That had stuck with Godric a bit, because from what he could tell, her time's books spoke of himself and the other three as if they were so distant into the past that they weren't even real people.
It was suddenly a lot more enjoyable to be standing here, feeling alive. He didn't fancy the idea of turning into little more than words on a page, damnit, and it was then that he decided to enjoy tonight as much as he could.
"We've spoken before," Godric said with a small smile. "about Quidditch. The pleasure is all mine, but you needn't call me sir." Though many in the village still referred to him by some sort of title of formality, Godric was easy-going enough that he didn't mind if his own students - or people like Marietta, who were adults around his own age -- used his given name. "You were Rowena's, correct?"