A soft, friendly chuckle bubbled up out of Beth's lips as she watched the expression on Astrophel's face. She then shook her head, still smiling as he offered to leave her be. "Oh no! It's fine. I've been hiding in my 'how did we let Ireland lose to Scotland' hole for long enough." She explained, just a touch of her brogue detectable as she crinkled her nose at the thought of having to watch the Scots go on to the final.
Settling back in her chair even more, she reached out and picked a tiny piece off her cauldron cake and quickly chewed it before she gave him another curious look, the gears in her head obviously turning behind her eyes. "I know... Fleetwood." Again, her nose crinkled as she thought harder. "I know the name... I know your name. But..." She said, letting out a soft sigh as she gave up trying to place it. "I don't know from where." This looked like it worried her, and she in fact thought she might actually have met him before and had somehow managed to forget, which was very much out of character for her.