[Sure, no one might recognize her. But she might recognize the guy that's a little ways off from her, squinting like she looks really familiar. Older, maybe, but familiar; and though he's likely related to half the wizarding families in England, he's pretty sure he knows her. Well, only one thing for it. He steps forward and offers an extravagant bow, grinning.] Nymphadora Tonks, you look like you need a chaperone.
Knockturn~