Graham cracked a grin, brow raised. "Dropped off the face of the earth? Clearly you haven't picked up a Quidditch magazine over the past few years. I've got to lie low these days-- fans come at me like a stampede of Hippogriffs if I'm not incognito in daylight."

He walked toward Theo, still looking around, admiring. "Good to see you as well. You don't have any... assistants or anyone of that sort lurking around do you?" He wanted to make absolutely sure they were alone.