"Mhm. That's me," she said. "Though I suppose I'm more displaced than lost now. I know where I am and I've even managed to master the bus schedules. It's just ... not home."
Not yet, at any rate, and she dreaded the day she started to refer to it as home. It would mean that she'd let go of England, of Hogwarts, and of James. She was shedding bits and pieces, she knew, because she had to or she'd go mad. But she didn't like the idea of this becoming home. It was temporary, she was sure of it.
"It's a pleasure to meet you both," she replied, offering a smile and a nod to both of them. "Are you ..." She hesitated. "Well, have you always lived in the city? Or this area?"