<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cat's mind skidded to a halt, caught on his accent.  Damn it, she was a sucker for an accent.  Long experience kept it -- she hoped -- from her face.  It wasn't until after she'd registered the accent that the words penetrated... and the tone.  So, he'd expected a knock.  Well, she would just bluster her way past that.<br/>
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She strode on long legs to the chairs, folding herself down and crossing one leg on top of the other with exaggerated grace.  She wasn't above using her appearance to get what she wanted -- though the effect would have been more dramatic if she'd opted for a skirt rather than pants.  Oh well.  "My name is Agent Catherine Gabledon, FBI."  She produced a business card and slid it across the coffee table towards him.  "I was given your name by a colleague, as someone with... an affinity for unusual cases."<br/>
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Folding her hands on top of her knee, Cat watched him curiously.  He wasn't what she'd expected, when she'd allowed herself to think about it at all.  She'd seen a cross between Gandalf and Dumbledore in her head, and this man... wasn't.  If he resembled any Harry Potter character, he was a lot closer to an older, scruffy, blonde Harry than his elderly mentor.  Idly Cat wondered if his hair was as soft as it looked.<br/>
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To keep from staring, she let her eyes wander over the room.  Cloak and short sword registered, but not as particularly odd.  He was a <i>wizard</i>, after all.  She'd have been more shocked to see him with a Glock and Kevlar.  She was a little embarrassed to realize she was looking for the trappings as represented in movies... a cauldron and a wand, some dark wallpaper and a crow.  Damn, but it sucked to realize she'd bought into the stereotype.</span></span>