Bollocks. Angie didn't often slip up; she knew Cash's world was closed in a lot of respects and she had always been cognizant of that. Clearly she had caught him off guard as well and now she had to figure out how best to navigate this without making it weird or too memorable. "Sorry," she chuckled easily. "I was a couple of years ahead of you, in Ravenclaw." He'd played quidditch with Cash too, it was hard to miss those sorts of things. Ang had never been interested all that much in quidditch, but she had also never missed a house game either.

"We have some mutual friends," hopefully that would help to put him at ease. Note in their journal with Cash were not always the most informative, she was often left reading between the lines and everything seemed to get progressively weirder with his marriage. Ang still didn't know how she felt about that; only for whatever affect it was having on Cash. They had always known he was going to have to marry somehow and that she had been the one to talk him through sex with a woman, but it had to be very strange, trying to sleep with someone you had absolutely no physical attraction to. Cash had been far more forthcoming on the physical attraction to the man standing in front of her and well, Angie could see why. They would perpetually have the same taste in men. "Angie Swan." She supplied, with an easy smile, unexpectedly amused.