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Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage,

"Neville ... Longbottom. Dean Thomas. I don't know that you'd have any cause to know either of them." She'd also heard the name Tonks tossed about, but she hadn't actually seen any sign of this supposed other witch here, so she thought to leave that one alone. Maybe she'd been somehow sucked back or had found a way out or they'd simply not crossed paths. "Neville's older than me. Twenty-seven. Dean's a little younger than me," she continued.

She glanced around, but it was getting darker. "We ... I can take you to the welcome center," she offered. "They can at least give you a place to stay and food and ... get you set up with some Muggle clothes." She felt a little awkward bringing that up. She knew that Malfoys were Pureblood, and from everything Ginny had said, they still were the elitist sort. Merging with Muggles was probably going to be horrific for the woman. But what choice did she have, really? Lily just hated being the messenger.