Through luck and will Corrie manages to turn a startled bark of a laugh into a semi-innocuous throat-clearing. "Dammit, you got me," she says, making a mental note to tell Siân all about this. Aggressive and defiant? She'll love that.

Wait -- hadn't he said something about Weasleys too? Her eyes narrow, taking him in: owl mask, kilt (not any tartan she knew, but it could just be generic). That's just cut her list down significantly, especially since it's no way this is Louis.

She grins. "But I just got you too, roomie."