[Both hands are suddenly at her hips in a motion that quite possibly makes her seem to be far more of an established adult than she actually is.

She spends a lot of time with the Marauders. She's had practice.]

It doesn't look like nothing.

[Don't think she doesn't see that sneaky little hand of yours, Potter.]

Of course I know you, don't you-- [She stops herself, managing to look mildly offended.] You thought I might be a friend of your mum's?

[Even for half a second, James? Really. She eyes him warily, uncertain.]

You truly don't know who I am?