Ava leaned back and smiled when Jacques took the Prophet so he could better hide. She took another sip of her drink and glanced toward the door once more. She had all but abandoned the thought that her sister might actually show up.

Turning her attention to the man in front of her, she smiled, "Ava Gedge. It's a pleasure."

With a slight smirk she gestured with her head to the collection of people of people in the Three Broomstick. "Who is it that you're avoiding? If you don't mind me asking, of course." She was curious, after all. Perhaps, he just had a nosy relative.