Harry shrugged. "Emo, gothic, grunge, whatever. Molly keeps track of that sort of thing, not me." He tilted his head at her. "You sure? I've got a good memory for faces, and I don't remember yours. Mind telling me when?"
Didi. Harry perused his brain, but came up blank. He didn't know anyone named Didi. But the way Mouse was acting, you'd think he'd just found his oldest and dearest friend.