"He's how I know who you are, by the way." Longbottom – Neville, she corrected herself internally – stated, taking a cigarette from her with an amicable nod. "My father. He did teach you chemistry. Hermione Granger," he said, tasting her name on his whiskey-soaked lips. "He talked about you a lot. It was ridiculously modest of you to claim not to be one of his brighter students, you know."