"It's nice to officially meet you," she said, realizing that it was much easier not to think of him as Greyback with his unsure manners and none of the aggression. "Yes, I guess it is, but it's nice to have my own memories back. He knows too much."
She imagined that not that many people would remember Firenze or Divination class. "You're right, but there was a reason for this room. He's great. I'm hoping that the centaurs will want to talk to us. I sent him a message. He was young twenty years ago when I'm from and centaurs live over two hundred years. I promise not to let him take your room," she said with a wink.
She couldn't imagine what it'd be like to sleep outside in the Scottish weather. They were in April and the temperatures were down to the freezing mark. "I might come over for a sleep-over," she teased. "But who exactly is Old Bill and why is he waking you?" The only Bill she could think of was Bill Weasley, but this Greyback hadn't scarred him yet.