Rodolphus stared at her. “Um… Who are you?” he asked. His rage had turned off his normal charm, and he couldn’t recall where he knew the girl from.
For a moment she almost didn’t believe him. Surely he remembered her, it hadn’t been that long since they had met each other. But when she looked at him she could see in his eyes that he really didn’t recognize her. “Emmeline Vance. We’ve met. I explained why the Falcons were going to lose this year.”