When the voice of the woman came from behind them, Robin spun on the spot, her hand flying to her mouth. Then her eyes bugged out as she realized who this woman was... Professor McGonagall. A fictional, stern witch was standing in front of them, reprimanding the Doctor for being late to teach a fictional class about magic. It was absurd, it was impossible...<br/><br/>And then it grew even more absurd when she turned to Robin and accused her of being the Doctor's<em>wife</em>. A choked laugh was all that Robin could muster under her duress; it was too much to fathom after what had happened. Helplessly, she looked at the Doctor, hoping he had some sort of plan. But then he was muttering about nightmares and she realized that he probably didn't.<br/><br/>"Um," she said, looking around in awe. "Um, we're in Hogwarts. And we just talked to<em>Professor McGonagall.</em>And as awesome as it is that she's exactly like she is in the books, that doesn't change the fact that this is completely impossible and you're supposed to be teaching a class that doesn't exist and<em>I'm in the middle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry wearing a tank top, shorts, no shoes, and no bra.</em>" She crossed her arms over her chest self-consciously.<br/><br/>"Also I'm glad to hear you take the prospect of me being your wife as a nightmare. Personally I think I would be a great wife, even in a real relationship. But as it is now, Professor, I suggest we get to teaching our class! I better meet freaking Harry Potter!"