Oh, um. Thank you, really. [ o-oh, aw, Harry Potter. she doesn't really know him either, but the more she talks to him, the more she likes him. oddly, he even sounds like James in some ways, but she's not letting herself think about that just yet ]

I just don't want you to think that I'm unhappy with what you've told me of the future in regards to, er, our family. Because it's not that, it's not. I am more than happy with the idea of "fate" leading me to this point of getting to meet you and talk to you, and that you're- you know, here, alive in the literal sense. There's actually some insane part of me that wants to introduce you to every single person I know, if they were here. It's just a little tricky with James.