That was a good question. Megan Jones was a rather plain name for her, admittedly. "I don't know, I think you could get away with something fancier than Johnathan Fletcher, though, definitely," he told her. "I can transfigure them for you... and, um, I'm sure that won't be a problem."
What was more difficult was pretending he didn't fancy her in public. Or in private. Or at all, really. "Do you think you can manage?"
He got up long enough to find paper and something to write with, and started taking notes. It couldn't hurt to have it for reference. "So, Johnathan and... whomever you're going to be. Dating for ages, on a trip before... University of Portsmouth, maybe?"