"Morag MacDogual, do my eyes decieve me?" Justin threw his arm around her shoulders. "Morag MacDogual, what are you doing back in Hogsmeade? What, they don't work you hard enough in London, you back for some real work? Oi, 'keeper, whatever the lady wants, on me."
She pulled back. "How have you been, love?" he asked. She had been rebuilding with them for a while, but had decided it was time for her to move on. "What's going on with you?"