I gazed at my antique, rust-crusted pocket watch and smiled. 10:06. Those teens would be in bed and I could finally relax.
Just as I was making myself a cup of tea and watching some Egyptian detective shows, (a guilty pleasure of mine) a large black bird swooped into my office. "Ah, Corbierre," I said smoothly. "You're back." I was a bit surprised that Corbierre was up already. Naturally, the teens all thought he was stuffed and I didn't want to make them think any different, so I just only let Corbierre fly around at night.
I turned around to put more cream in my tea, then turned back to see a huge surprise.
Corbierre was gone, and in his place, a statuesque, raven-haired woman with angular features and cold dark eyes.
I should have been scared and thought I was going mad, but instead I was intrigued. I knew this woman from somewhere, I just couldn't remember where.
"Ah, Victor, is that what you're calling yourself nowadays?"
What? What was this nonsense?
"You know, it's quite tiring having to pretend to be a stuffed crow all day. How I hate taxidermy..." the woman sighed.
"And who exactly do you think you are, bursting in here when you have no business here?" I demanded.
The woman just smiled mysteriously. "Of course you know who I am. I know you've seen me; I like to make a big show of things. Just recently, I popped back to medieval times and did a few tricks and they started acting like I was some dark witch. I went along with it, of course. Said my name was Morgana. Quite the name, I know,"
"But-but-what-how-" I sputtered, turning red.
"All in time, my dear. But I'm not quite finished my story. See, I caused quite a fuss back in the nineties with our good friends, the wizards. Made them believe I was some psychopath I called Bellatix Lestrange. Well, that got boring, so I faked my death and came here. And I've been your raven the entire time."
Ignoring the preposterousness of the situation, I sat down helplessly. "Who are you?"
"That's simple! I, dearie, am a timelord. And so. Are. You." the woman took a step toward me with every word. Then she put her hands on my head, and it all came rushing back. Every memory from the last three thousand years, crashing like a waterfall. Travelling through space and time! Meeting new people, going new places, learning new things! I couldn't figure out how I could have forgotten in the first place!
"You're not supposed to be alive, mister. But oh well. I'm not supposed to be doing this." And just like that, the Corbierre-woman pulled me into a kiss