She supposed it didn't hurt to give him her name now that she was relatively sure he wasn't going to outright reject her. She was sure that if he'd been a womanizer, she'd remember reading about it in the Tattler (whether it was true or not). She offered her hand to him (carefully not the golden one, because it didn't seem fair to freak the poor bloke out like that when they hadn't even snogged yet).
"Marissa. And you're..." She couldn't help the slight pause while she considered who he might be. There were very few players in the league she didn't at least recognize by face, and even fewer that she thought had been in Slytherin. "...Iwan, right?" Hopefully her guess had been spot-on, or she'd look a bit silly.
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