He looked up at the voice to find the woman with the strange hair in front of him. He tried to swallow the bite he'd been working on- it was all the cheese, it was all stringy and difficult to chew- and coughed a little before holding out his hand in return. "Neville. Longbottom, Neville Longbottom. Wizard. I suppose you're the same? Or, well a witch, maybe? Of some kind?" He blushed, wiping his face with the tips of his fingers, hoping he wasn't too out of sorts.
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