Susan
"'Scuse me, Mr. Scamander." A classy way to not mix up his name again. Or something. "I'm going to get a drink."
When she's at the table, she feels a hand brush hers. She looks up and looks the owner of it in the face -oh Merlin, it's him!- and glows as he nods, smirks, and walks away.
Butterflies? More like firecrackers and cannonballs.
a/n Yayyyy! Second set!