"If I wanted a photo, I assure you that I would never have waited in line," she replied, her head a little turned by the grin sent her way but she mentally chided herself, reminding herself that she wasn't some simpering little Quidditch groupie.
Even at Hogwarts she hadn't really gone in for any of that.
She raised her eyebrows when he moved closer, an amused smirk on her lips. "Does that line actually work with anybody?" she asked, slightly curious.
"I'm sure with a long period of time, I'll be able to forgive and forget that you mistook me for a complete plebe or worse, a Quidditch groupie," she said, turning to pick out her magazines and holding them in her arms. "Usually a present would soften the blow but a signed photo of yourself isn't what I'd usually go for."