Kherrie's heart nearly stopped when she heard his voice. This was Theodore Nott, from school, the most handsome, caring, funny, brilliant, amazing, wonderful... she could go on and on and on. When her heart started beating again, it was thundering in her chest. Her hands went sweaty (even covered in mud) and she felt her knees go weak just at the sight of him, the sound of his voice.
"No, not at all." She managed to sputter, though she was secretly cursing the dirt on her hands, the stray wisps of hair out of place. She attempted to pull her hands from the dirt and nonchalantly clean them with a flick of her wand. "I see you decided to meet me in person."