Robin watched the Doctor's antics with a mix of amusement and confusion, her arms crossed over her chest. What in the world was he doing? These poor kids were all around age eleven, hardly ready to handle the Doctor's strange idiosyncrasies. Robin couldn't really handle them all herself, and she was much older than these children.<br/><br/>But her expression changed to one of wonder when Harry started to speak. Here was the boy who was the center of every childhood dream, the boy who made children wait for a Hogwarts letter even though they knew he wasn't real... And he was sitting right in front of her. The little scar on his forehead almost brought a tear to her eye. How many times had she daydreamed about meeting him?<br/><br/>And then there was Ron. Loyal, redheaded, absentminded Ron... Robin grinned widely, unable to believe her luck. She only wished she could be their age, and join the little trio on adventures... But she snapped out of it when Ron yelled at the Doctor. Something didn't seem right. And when the Doctor said "Allons-y Alonso," Robin got a flash of a memory... A spaceship called Titanic?<br/><br/>This was all a little too strange for Robin to handle.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened as the Doctor said he was going to teach them the Patronus. When he walked back over to her and turned her away, she looked up at him warily.<br/><br/>"Well, it seemed a little weird that Ron yelled at you like that... And that Harry seemed so eager to have you teach them. But oh my God, Harry Potter, in the flesh! How crazy is this? And you definitely can't teach them the Patronus, they don't learn that until Book Three! You know what I think is<em>really</em>weird, though?" she asked, suddenly realizing something. "Why do we teach Defense Against the Dark Arts? At this point, it should be Quirrel/Voldemort, and this position is cursed..."