Tracey studied him for a moment, trying to imagine him in Ravenclaw colours and sitting in her classes. No -- no recollection at all. But in her imagination, he looked very good in his Hogwarts uniform. She suddenly wondered what he'd look like out of it.
"I don't remember you," she said dismissively, but her gaze was still taking him in. She hadn't missed the shyness in his smile; it was an irresistible call to play with his head a little. That ought to be fun. She smiled coquettishly. "But it was good of you to carry my trunks. How can I thank you?"