List in hand, busy thinking about what she and Demelza were going to cook the next time they got together, Evie didn't so much notice where she was going until her feet took her there. So it was with something approaching surprise that she looked up and realised that she was standing in the hallway outside the kitchen, and that she wasn't alone.
There was a boy there, looking slightly guilty and very furtive. He was tall and solidly built, and dressed in uniform with a Slytherin tie looped loosely around his neck. Squinting at him, Evie racked her brains to figure out where she knew this boy from - if, indeed, she knew him at all. But there was something familiar about him... had someone perhaps told her something about him? Because while he himself didn't look familiar, there was something about him that sparked her memory...
Then it hit her. "Greg?" she asked tentatively, hoping she hadn't got it wrong. "Is that you?"
She couldn't believe her luck. Just the other night she'd been having a really good, in depth conversation with this boy, and now here he was.
Then it occurred to her that if she had had to think about who he was, he might be having the same problem placing her. "It's me," she said, then cleared her throat and clarified her vague introduction. "I'm Evie."