" Goddammit!" I exclaimed as I lost my footing, my books falling to the ground. I shook my head as I moved my bangs from my eyes and crouched down to pick up my books.

" Oh! You fancy good ol' J.K.?" A Scottish accent said as bony fingers picked up my Harry Potter book.

"Hm…? Oh, uh… Yeah. Have been since I was little" I said as I looked up to see a brown-haired man, looking no older than 20 at the youngest, staring intently at the cover.

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, cocking my head to the side. " Who… Who are you?"

He looked up at me and then looked behind me. " Are you normally followed by him?" He asked as he pointed to what seemed like a mannequin following me.

" Uh.." I started as I took my book and stood up, turning around slowly. " No…."

" Aha. Just what I thought." He said as I let out a yelp as the plastic arm came reaching towards me. " May I make a recommendation? "

" S-sure." I stuttered as I stared at the hand as it inched closer.

" Run!" He exclaimed as he interlocked fingers with me and started running, my things being held close to my body.

I didn't what in the whole world was chasing after me, but whatever it is I'm assuming this man here is saving me from it. Taking a glance behind me, I noticed the… thing was running after me.

" So are you going to tell me what the hell is following me and who you are?!" I asked as I looked back up at the man who is… saving me.

" No time for talking now! Later on I'll tell you." Was his reply as he maneuvered through the crowds.

" Well all right…. " I mumbled before letting out a scream as I felt my hair being pulled, throwing me down. My vision was blurred for a second from the impact, but then I noticed the mannequin was looming over me.

I felt my heart beat pick up and fill my ears as I tried letting out a scream, but I couldn't manage anything out. Is this how I'm meant to die..? By the hand of a… Plastic store display? I closed my eyes, admitting defeat as I awaited the unusual death to come.

" DON'T TOUCH HER. EVER AGAIN." The Scottish accent said as he tackled the thing off me and stabbed it with some electronic thing that shocked it to pass out.

I sat up swiftly and practically crawled away as I watched the stranger basically demolish the whole
thing, or at least it's head.

" Shop display. Plastic and completely normal. Only thing different was that this was a robot in a way… Not the same as before in.. Blimey! The last time I've encountered one of these was in 2005, I believe, back when I looked different, when I first met…" He paused, the look in his eyes shows that his mind was wandering.

" Sir..?" I asked as I snapped my fingers in front of his face. " Are you okay?"

" Yeah. " He said as he reached over and grabbed my stuff, handing it to me in a fumbled mess. I looked at him, a bit astonished at what just happened.

" Well it was a pleasure meeting you, goodbye!" The brunette man grinned as he turned to leave.

" W-wait!" I said as I extended a hand, wanting him to stop.

He turned around, an eyebrow raised.

" Who are you…?"

A smile formed on his lips. " Don't worry, we'll meet again."

And that was that. I watched him as he walked into a blue box and left.