Fiona laughs softly, a pleasant noise of innocent merriment.<br/><br/>"Ahhh, no<em>wonder</em>you don't recognize me!  I must have been standing next to a pretty girl or two!  Of course, Sam Galpin.  I shall indeed remind you, and we can talk then.  Somewhere public would be best, so as not to arouse the suspicions of prefects and faculty."<br/><br/>She hugs her notebook to her chest.<br/><br/>"Why, they might imagine that you harbor foul and perverse intent to my innocent and tender young body..."<br/><br/><em>Hoot!  Hoot!</em><br/><br/>"Oh, you stay out of this!  I'm only teasing and he knows it!  Spoilsport..."