Andrew raised an eyebrow at the person, still wondering about who she was. It was as if reality was trying to hit him on the back of the head for not remembering, and it made him want to find out even more. Then when the person began to wave at him, his brain snapped in 3 places, one being that he had remembered her the second one the memories he had with her and the 3rd one being of an emotion that had always shown up since he met an old friend. He couldn't even remember the last time he had talked to Elizabeth, or even see her.
The bartender set Andrews butterbeer on the coounter, saying 'here you do mate' or something like that. He toke a hold onto the cup, not wanting to drink any more mugs like he used to do with Chase. He had nearly burned his insides, and was even more glad that it was just butterbeer and not firewhiskey. He would've been dead already, if it was firewhiskey he drank all the time. He walked casually over to the table where Elizabeth sat and toke a seat across from her. "Hey Lizzy," he said in a friendly smile.
Taking a sip of his butterbeer, he drank a small amount of liquid before he set it back onto the table with a small thud. "Where have you been all this time?" he asked her, wondering where she had been for the past couple of months. So much had happened, with the fall of Grimmauld Place, the battle at Lake Ness, Potters Army, and now he was also the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. To someone else, that would've been the life, yet to Andrew, it was kind of hell. He hated having all the responsibility, but he knew someone had to do it.