Jones, eat your heart out

[tau_ri_linguist]

The door to the Inn is blown open by a massive gust of wind, and there's a rippling blue glow before a man, approximately in his late 20's, tumbles through. He's wearing what looks like air force camo gear, has straight brown hair that hangs around his chin, and large, round glasses. He's also wearing a rather floppy green hat and carrying a

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[aveb_feline]

There's at least one inhabitant, very pretty and very curvy, doing ballet exercises at a hard-to-explain barre attached to the far wall.

Mimi is not shy about taking advantage of the whole 'making stuff appear' thing.

[tau_ri_linguist]

This would be a Daniel walking over to her, looking slightly stunned.
"Sha're? Is that you?"

[aveb_feline]

Mimi looks up, blinking at him.

Sorry, Daniel. Very much not Sha're.

"I'm sorry?"

[tau_ri_linguist]

"Oh, hi. S...sorry, you just...look like someone I know and I haven't seen her for a long time andohIdon'tknowhwatI'msayingignoreme."

[firstpotter]

There's a young man, maybe sixteen years old, sitting in a chair nearby. He's pouring over a yellow length of parchment and tapping the back of a quill against his chin.

Curious, wouldn't Daniel think?

[tau_ri_linguist]

Daniel walks over and plunks himself in an opposite chair before setting a massive number of books - in various languages of course - on a free spot on the table.

"Um hi. My name's Daniel Jackson. Do you live here?"

[firstpotter]

"Not precisely, sir. My home is in England--I visit here to associate with certain friends of mine." His tone is quick, cultured, and eminently polite. The boy extends a hand. "James Potter. A pleasure, sir."

[tau_ri_linguist]

"No sir, just plain Daniel." He returns the shake. "Where in England?"