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westhamwizard (westhamwizard) wrote in silverage,

Dean took the hand that was offered him and used it to steady himself on the ice. He murmured his thanks but his hand went subconsciously to his wand as he looked around. He had no idea if there were Death Eaters in this city-- hell he didn't even know what city it was, nor how he'd ended up three months backwards (or nine forwards?). Nobody seemed to be paying the pair of them any attention, but Dean kept his guard up. Being on the run would do that to you.

He turned his attention to the girl who'd helped him up. Her accent matched his own, unlike the man at the bus stop's. Her hair was red like Ginny's, and her eyes looked somehow familiar. She made Dean miss Hogwarts something awful.

Dean shrugged at her question, having no good answer. "Just running mainly, sort of an instinct when I get lost or confused. So yeah. New here." He gave her a good look up and down. "And uh, where is here, exactly?"