"G'afternoon, James. Fancy seeing you here." She motioned for him to join them at the table. "I figured you'd be out with your mates and practising Quidditch right about now."
The girl studied him, trying to discern his condition after last night's events went awry in the most unexpected (and ironic) fashion, which resulted in the two of them spending part of the night in the dungeons as punishment for their sneaking about in certain parts of the library. "How are you this morning, James? Have you recovered from last night?"