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druidflower 
Caroline pressed hard on the bridge of her nose with two fingers, groaning slightly. "She warned me you were stubborn and thick-headed when you took a thought into your mind," she said exasperated. She wondered if he was this difficult back in his day.
She tried again. "I am not the woman you have mistaken me for. I am her great-grandchild. Caroline Kinney was your schoolmate, and I was born January 21st 2043," she said very slowly and clearly. "I never studied under Professor Slughorn, I studied under Professor Branxton. I didn't specialize in spell damage, I specialized in Potions. I can go on."
Wha--??? Whaaaa---???
Professor Kazimeriz blached white. He literally could not wrap his mind around the concept that Nurse Avalon was trying to explain. He was so firmly certain about the conclusions he had made about this woman-- essentially, that she was his old... friend... Caroline Kinney-Avalon, here from the past. That she was visiting by way of his Ministry-loaned time turner, the one he lost back when he was an Auror. The time turner he lost just before all time turners were smashed in the ministry during the historic invasion by Death Eaters.
He was certain of this.
Positive.
She looked identical to the women he had known so well. She behaved the same. She
moved the same, with that slight swish in her walk that he remembered so well. She was a healer. Her mannerisms... the tilt of her head... Merlin, even her bloody
name was the same!
No. He rejected this notion; it simply did not make sense (never mind that it totally, totally did). No.
"You're having me on. For a laugh. That isn't funny, Cari." Kazimeriz played what she had said in his mind, over and over again. An inconsistency appeared to him, and he grasped at it like a drowning man going for a rope.
"You said... Dead. But you also said 'she' told you about me. Far be it from me than to accuse a lady of an untruth, but Cari, which is it? Dead, or chatting with you over the break? Or perhaps neither, and you are merely toying with an old man...?" Kazimeriz stared at her, trying to grapple with the story she was laying out for him. It simply. couldn't. be.