Fergus didn't really have a plan for the night if no one came by, so as nice as hanging out and talking quidditch with the bar man was, he'd been thinking about leaving when she came up beside him.
He remembered her. It took him a few minutes, staring at her carefully and trying to pull the memory up - it had a lot of years and drinks to be pulled through, after all - but then he grinned, tipping his pint to her. "Mandy, right?" He knew he was right, he was dead good about names. "Buy you a drink?"