SPOILER!!: Louisa ;)
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Magical Soul 
She felt him get even closer, his arms snaking around her shoulders, and if any sobs were left inside of her they would've come out then because she let herself sag against him and hide her face inside the crook of his neck, her hands still trying to hide those tears streaming down her eyes again. The closeness overwhelmed her and Louisa's sobs were hiccuping sighs of relief. It was the reassurance that she wasn't alone anymore, someone else took notice of what has happened - it wasn't just her responsibility now, someone shared it with her. And not just anyone, Vickers. Her relief mostly came from who he was to her, she let herself relax even more into his arms. The vines and the humming were entirely meaningless now, she was contently miserable and relieved with him beside her, the rest of the world can go to wherever.
... until he spoke.
She felt his breath on the top of her head, feeling it against her hair triggered an awful memory but the tone of his voice was greatly different so the shudder that ran through her body could be easily unnoticed. But Louisa pulled back to look into his face again, slightly frowning. "W-wha.." She expected him to say a lot of things, she even expected some rationalization but never those questions. "I.. don't remember his name." Daichi might, though, since the Slytherin introduced himself to the man a year and a half ago. "I wish I could forget his face." Adding rather bitterly, with a sniff.
....
Louisa almost gasped when a notion crept into her head, and she had to slide a bit away from him. "Vickers.. why are you asking?" Her throat going dry and her head refusing to reach that horrible conclusion.
His lips drew into a disappointed line when Louisa said she didn’t remember the man's name. She doesn’t see this of course, and he keeps his voice calm and gentle
"Would Vashti know? Or anyone else do you think?" Facts were important to him see.
BUT when she said she wishes to
'forget his face' there was glimmer of... something in his eye. So she CAN identify him by sight, and by voice too most likely. He squeezed her shoulder reassuringly when the red-head suddenly pushed away from him. That question, and the look in her face compels him even moreso to keep that calm demeanor
"I just want to know." he said shrugging, casually wrinkling his lips up as if they were just talking about the next day's lunch menu.
"Tell me, that gift Treyen gave you-- the Pensieve I mean...." he clarified, in case she starts getting flustered about the
other gift
"... has it been delivered to you?" A change of topic? Maybe... maybe not.