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Professor Neville Longbottom (profplant) wrote in silverage,

Neville quickly backed away from the terrified girl. "Miss Frye, I'm sorry. I'm not- I'm not going to hurt you. I wouldn't hurt you, I wouldn't hurt anyone. I haven't- I wouldn't- I'm not-" He found himself stumbling over his words, tripping up in his rush to explain himself. He didn't know what to do, or how to explain what had happened.

"I promise, I swear, this is Earth. Earth, 1964. Lo-look, I-" He frantically checked his pockets, wishing and hoping he'd bought a paper that day. Of course I didn't. That would have been too easy, wouldn't it.. He held his hands up, out slightly and raised, in the universal sign of surrender. "Look, I don't have any weapons. I'm not going to hurt you, Miss Frye, I swear that to you." When a well dressed young man in what appeared to be a doctor's uniform appeared and recognized her, he let out a sigh of relief.