"The best way to deal with the Doctor," Robin said, placing her hands on her hips, "Is to just listen to what he says and nod every now and again. Trust me on that one. The only thing he really says that I understand is 'run.'" Turning to the Doctor, her expression grew worried as she realized something.<br/><br/>"Doctor," she said slowly. "The time line was already messed up when we got here. If this is their first year, there shouldn't be a centaur wandering around the castle... Firenze doesn't start teaching Divination until their fifth year when Umbridge kicks Trelawney out. What does that mean?" Harry and Ron were both giving her confused, vacant looks, but Hermione's eyes were narrowed shrewdly.<br/><br/>"If he's your husband, why do you call him Doctor?" she asked, crossing her arms. Robin laughed loudly.<br/><br/>"He is most certainly<em>not</em>my husband," she replied.<br/><br/>"Then why did we see you snogging in the hallway the other day?" Ron interjected. A furious blush colored Robin's cheeks and she stared dumbfounded at the redheaded boy.<br/><br/>"That was... obviously a trick of whoever put you here," she said. "Because... He's definitely not my husband."