Talking to strangers was something Nico tried to avoid, even when stuck in a boring, long queue. Most strangers didn’t speak Italian, or knew he spoke Italian, which caught his attention before he’d even registered anything about the person in front of him. Once he’d actually looked, he recognized Gian. Not enough to start a conversation on his own, that wasn’t his style, but at least he wasn’t dealing with a complete stranger.
“Nico,” he replied, giving a slight nod before continuing in their shared language. “Montague, right? We were, yeah.” Both in Slytherin, played Quidditch, at least before Gian had that whole incident with the vanishing cabinet. He glanced up ahead to the woman Gian had mentioned, quirking an eyebrow before shaking his head. “I’ve never been here with a line this long before, it’s frustrating.”