"In this situation? I'd see no reason not to believe it. What do I have to gain by lying to any of you, especially about things like this, when Neville can easily tell you whether or not I'm being honest about it?
"No, nevermind, I'm sure he'd be some great pretender as well." She exhaled. "You're just being very condescending about it all. It's one thing to disbelieve. It's another thing entirely to mock me just because you aren't able to accept it. You've accepted well enough that you've been thrust into 1964, so why should the rest of this be so unbelievable?"
She did wish then she had some sort of proof. Pictures, or something, but he'd likely just disbelieve those as well. But she couldn't tell him anything about himself at the age he was that she hadn't heard through stories, and there were few enough of those. So if he was going to continue to discount everything, her original point stood. She didn't think either of them were in any frame of mind to deal with this. She knew she was more easily frustrated than usual right now and she had a feeling if he kept this up things were not going to end well.
Shaking her head, Ginny rose. She had to go post her note, anyway. "I think I'm going to call it a night," she said as she lifted the note to indicate that she was going to tend to that bit, first.