It took a moment for Harry to fully comprehend that he was gaping, and he dutifully closed his mouth, though he was too distracted to truly be embarrassed. The little girl in front of him looked... familiar in a distant way--he thought, impossibly, that she looked a great deal like a photograph he'd seen of his sister Anna at that age. Which was... he didn't know what to do with that.

Turning at the woman's words, Harry's brow furrowed. Should he? Absent-minded as he was, Harry was still fairly good at remembering people, regardless. Still, rather than say that, Harry said, "Perhaps this is a conversation we shouldn't have... here." Certainly not out on the street.

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