Neville hardly had a chance to turn around before this strange young woman was hugging him around the waist. He was about to ask who she was, when he realised with a jolt to the stomach that this was undoubtedly a younger version of his mum. Frank was also younger, he couldn't say he hadn't noticed, but in Alice it was a lot more... noticable. Hell she couldn't be any older than he was. Than even Ginny was. He blinked dumbly for a minute before catching up to the question. "Er... if you don't count last night... about four years?" he estimated, trying to make it sound like a joke. It didn't really work. "Um... wow, you look..."