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[out_of_my_part]

[ A moment ago . . . There is a young woman standing on the shore of the lake

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[honorbyname]

That ... lady's speech sounds a lot like something he'd read in literature.

Albus turns to glance over his shoulder.

"Um - are you all right, miss?"

[out_of_my_part]

Viola considers this.

And then shakes her head.

"That cannot be the answer. Speak again."

[honorbyname]

"Erm. Milliways?" Albus tries again.

"Um. That's where you are. It's not exactly a country, it's ... just the end of the universe."

[out_of_my_part]

"There is no reason to these words, nor sense.
But like the babbling of a running stream,
They are only heard, no answer supply."

Which is to say . . .

Huh?

[honorbyname]

Well, that's an interesting way of speaking.

Albus blinks a little, looking apologetic.

She's speaking like she's from -

Okay.

Trying again.

"Where - erm. Where were you before you saw this place?"

[out_of_my_part]

She gestures to the water dripping from her dress and hair.

"Aboard a ship, that wrecked upon the rocks
And cast me here ashore, in country strange."

[honorbyname]

"Oh. Um. I'm sorry," he says sympathetically.

This is starting to feel a bit ... weird.

Like a sort of deja vu, but not.

Familiar, but ... well, not.

"Well, um."

Yeah, even if he explained that this is Milliways, again, that probably wouldn't help.

"Erm. I could get you a towel, if you want? To - um. Dry yourself off."

[out_of_my_part]

"That would be most appreciated, sir."

It's not terribly comfortable, dripping water.

"And may I ask the favor of your name?"

[honorbyname]

"Oh. Right. I'm Albus Potter," he says, starting to get up from his seat.

"And you?"

[out_of_my_part]

"The Lady Viola of Messaline.

"I am pleased to make your acquaintance, sir."

[honorbyname]

. . . what.

"Erm.

"Um.

"Yes.

"Likewise."

Merlin's beard!

"I'll - um. Get that towel, now."

Yes.

And he'll try not to fall over, too.

[out_of_my_part]

"And from what place will you be getting it?"

Because towels don't exactly grow on trees.

And she hasn't quite processed the building yet.

[honorbyname]

"The Bar?"

Quickly gathering his wits about himself once more, Albus gestures to the bar in the distance.

"Um. You can - come with me if you want," he offers. "Or you could wait here, and I'll be right back. The Bar can - um -" His voice gets a little quieter "- be kind of a shock if you're not really used to things like ... magic."

[out_of_my_part]

Viola thinks for a moment.

"No more a shock than I have faced today.
I'll go with you, if that the fashion be."

[honorbyname]

Albus nods.

"Right. Okay."

He offers her a smile.

"Um. This way, then."

He starts to head for the bar.

[out_of_my_part]

"How came I to this place, Albus? Know you?"

It's really odd.