Neville jumped, about to pull his wand when he remembered where they were. Pull it together. He turned to find a man behind him, holding out his hand. He relaxed, shaking the offered hand and smiling. "I'd love a bit of help, yes. How'd you guess I was new in town?" Some things never died- including the instinct to question any and all connections people made, and to be wary of strangers. "Neville. Neville Longbottom. Where am I, exactly?"