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Ginevra Molly Potter (bat_bogeys) wrote in silverage,

She heard her name and spun in time to see someone careening toward her. It was only last-second recognition that kept her from pulling her wand on him, but it was a very, very close thing. "Bloody hell, Neville. A little warning, yeah?" She did return his hug, though she kept it brief.

Not that she didn't appreciate seeing him, but it still didn't give her much of a clue about where she was, how she was here, or -- more importantly -- how to get back.

"Listen, I've got to get back. Lily's outside, and James and Albus are unattended and Harry's not due home for hours. James is ... at that age where he's starting to exhibit signs of magic and he's going to be a holy terror."

She paused and drew a breath. "It's lovely to see you," she said as she studied him. A slight frown curved her lips because he looked ... well ... younger. Somehow. Not so much that it made a difference, but enough that something did seem off. His hair, maybe, was different than she'd last seen him.