"Oh, sorry, habit...muggles come in a lot and they...forget." Neville's voice had gone a little distracted once Snape had spoken. He was different, younger definitely but Neville knew it was also possible they were from different versions of their home. But he was also unmistakable. His drawl alone made it feel like cold water was pouring down his spine. This man who had shown him so much hate and vitriol and terror as a child standing there again. And seeming no better in his own youth.