"Oi! Fictional or not they greatly inspired me," the Doctor protested with a cheeky grin. "Why I practically model myself after Dumbledore. Except where he was wise, responsible and modest, I'm wacky, reckless and a gigantic showoff."<br/><br/>The Doctor's eyes ran over her injured body as he helped her stand. He made a few mental notes to give her proper medical attention once he had the right equipment. Although that would be something he would have to take great care with, he didn't want her to freak when he offered to patch up her wounds with squiggly liquids and odd do-hickeys.<br/><br/>If the Doctor heard her admit that he scared her, he didn't show it. Instead he just grinned with that same mischievous pearly grin that he had shown her so many times that day and began to lead her away from the ruins of Hogwarts and the black ashes of the dead. He took one last look over his shoulder at the scene before turning back to her and chuckling.<br/><br/>"Wherever you like."<br/><br/><div align="center">----</div><br/>It was beautiful, foreboding, simple, ridiculous and a great many other things that could not be described, only felt.<br/><br/>The TARDIS stood proud, bold and blue within the car park of Universal Studios. A gleaming blue police box that looked as if it had been pulled straight from the streets of England from the 1990's. It was a bizarre thing to behold, especially in America, and not one person would be able to make sense of it when they saw it, so instead they steered clear of it. After all, who on earth would want to go near something so weird?<br/><br/>At least, that was what the Doctor had always believed people thought.<br/><br/>"I don't believe it!" the Doctor cried as he rushed over to the blue police box and tore several pieces of paper from its doors. He stared at them with dismay before turning to Robin and waggling them in front of her face. "They gave me a ticket! No wait... they gave me four tickets! Four parking tickets! I wasn't even late! How could they do such a thing?!"<br/><br/>The Doctor frowned before crumpling up the tickets and shoving them into his pocket, grumbling under his breath about how it was the four hundredth he had received and felt it was hardly justified, but soon his complaining ceased and he walked up to his beloved ship with a smile on his face.<br/><br/>"Go on," he called to Robin from over his shoulder. "Ask the questions you are dieing to ask."<br/><br/>