He stepped back, an odd look on his face. It was the look of someone who was given a burger with all the trimmings, after specifically ordering it plain. Oh, this wasn't real. Couldn't be.
But then again, he was also stuck in the past, around the same year that he was born. "Granger? That mudblood tart I heard of from home? Oh my.... how interesting. Is your pimp Weasel here too? Ohh! Or how about Potty?"