[ It's rare people turn up when she dreams of this. Usually it's just her and the Thestrals — a scene almost reoccuring in her dreams. She spends a little time with them, just as she would back home, back at Hogwarts. The arrival of a person surprises her, but she goes along with it. It's just a dream, after all. ]

... Oh, hello. [ Her lip purses and then she smiles breezily. ] They're friends, yes. They're called Thestrals, creatures who can only be seen by those who've seen death.

[ It feels like an automated response, of sorts. As if she's not quite aware that there's someone else here in her dream with her. The replaying of a conversation providing her with words. She pets the Thestral fondly for a few moments.

But there's a long pause and she frowns a little — somewhat disorientated. She's... not sure where she can place the man, where his face comes from. Something is... not right here. ]

Have we... met?