Vanessa Ives. It was a pretty name, a bit less witch and more Muggle maybe, but she could be from Muggle parents. Harry cleared his throat at the return question. It said something that she hadn't recognized him right away, he realized. Even after seven years he still wasn't used to that and never expected anyone to recognize him, despite it happening way too often.

"Sorry, uhm. I'm Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you, Miss Ives." He gave her a small smile, and then almost tripped over a lump in the pathway. Luckily he caught himself, and he gave her an embarrassed smile then.