Once he looked closely enough, he could recognize her. Gwenog Jones. Unbelievable. She was one of the best beaters, ever. He grinned at her and came a bit closer, hovering near a desk. "Not really, no. I was just looking for something to do. I can leave if you'd like." He offered her a shrug. He hated this part of the conversation. He had to pretend to be polite, when really all he wanted to do was get closer to her and talk about Quidditch. Merlin, he missed Quidditch. "You're brilliant, by the way. On the field, I mean."