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She stood as still as possible whilst he brushed her arms off, not abashed in the least for what she'd just said regarding the attractiveness of the man's face. At least she was being honest. And goodness knew what other horrifically inane or unnecessary or what-else-have-you things she'd said to other people without having the excuse of a hit head to use. She had a fond tendency of sticking her foot in her mouth. But as she stood patiently, she studied his face very closely,

It wasn't like Wendy was really good with faces and names, but she remembered enough that if she saw someone who looked at all familiar, it bothered her until she could figure out who it was.

And upon closer studying, she did know this man, she just... knew nothing else besides that one fact! And that he worked in a library. And that he was sometimes clumsy. And--oh, he was speaking.

"I am clumsy!" Wendy interjected cheerfully. "It's probably not good thing, since I'm a Quidditch player, but I am completely uncoordinated if there's no broom in the vicinity. What's your name! Do I know you?"

Except as soon as she said it, she realized there was no absolutely no segue and all he really got was "Wend--" before she probably almost dropped that ridiculously huge book on his toe. "I'm, er, Wendy, by the way! Wendy Tremaine. In case that--you know, jogs your memory, because I don't know how many Wendys you know, and how often you run into them, or how often they drop books on your toes--did I drop that on your foot, by the way because if I did, I'm--" she stopped herself with a slightly self-deprecating smile and looked up at him again after taking a deep breath, "-- sorry."

Well, she knew she was talkative; she just didn't realize smacking her head made it that much worse. At least, Wendy thought that was why neither her mouth nor her head could shut up.