"Melinda. Bobbin." She took his hand and let him help her up. "And technically, they're here already. Well, one is." One who's chained to a desk right now. And mostly just gets herself hurt when she's not. But whatever. Details.
She smiled at him. Her luck could have been much, much worse. If he'd been horrendous-looking, she would have had no compunctions about stepping right back into the fireplace, but maybe this would be worth seeing out. "Nice to properly meet you." Salazar, what the fuck was she doing? Meeting a man and heading straight for his bed? But then again, was this really that much worse than a one-night stand in a bar? Well, yes, because she might actually see or hear from him again. But that had been true of Goyle, too, and Seamus, meeting him at a party. It was still true of Max (in fact, nearly guaranteed, because they had a decent overlap in social circles, it seemed). This was not the worst decision she'd ever made. In fact, the ruins in Greece had probably been worse, all told. This was no big deal.