"1998..." Lara echoed softly, her reaction limited for the moment to the stilted way she breathed the numbers. "...I was six, February of that year."

And yet, here they stood, looking not all that different in age, with her guess for Hermoine right around 20.

Remarkable. Impossible.

Crazy.

She took a breath.

"Well, we are in an alternate universe with magical, glowing marks in our hands." She offered her a wry sort of smile. "What's a few dozen years compartively."