[He doesn't know what to do as she dissolves into sobs, and he's not sure what comfort would be welcomed, so he looks away, at least trying to give her that little bit of privacy to fall apart.

He hates crying in front of others, he can give her that much.

He looks back as she composes herself, smiling sadly and shaking his head as she comes to the inevitable conclusion.] No, I'm not. Something-- Something's gone wrong with time. Where we are now, is-- [where to begin?] Neither of us are supposed to be in this time. You're from... 1997, 1998? Right?

[A beat] I'm from about twenty years ahead of you. Draco Malfoy is my dad. And we've both been sent back to 1980.