The white veil lifted like a backdrop on a stage. In its place were dozens and dozens of odd looking shops and carts. People hung clothes outside windows, on lines that reached across alleys. A circus act was parading down the street, playing music and showing off impressive acrobatics. Venders shouted at passersby, and a delicious scent caressed her nose from a nearby bakery.

"What do you think?" Robin asked smugly. She looked at her dark haired companion. Robin stood tall with her arms crossed and a proud expression on her face.

"It's like nothing I've ever seen before," she answered finally. Robin sniffed.

"It ought to be impressive. I keep this place together, you know." They stood there, gazing at The City for another minute before Robin announced that it was time to get moving.

"I'm on a tight schedule," she explained. "I have to keep every story attached firmly to The City."

"I'm not sure I follow."

"C'mon, I'll explain while we walk." They skirted the acrobats and narrowly avoided a troop of dancing jugglers, tossing flaming touches into the air. "You'll need a name," she mused. "Something we can call you. Now let's see…" Robin turned around abruptly and continued to walk backwards, but her eyes appraised the brown haired girl following her. "Gryffindor insignia," she said, pointing to her robs. "You must be from Harry Potter. Does that name ring a bell?" It did in fact, she realized. But it brought forth no memories.

"It does sound familiar," she said, "Does that help you figure out who I am?" Robin twirled around again and linked arms with her.

"Oh yes, it narrows down my search quite a bit," Robin said pleasantly. She seemed to be in much higher spirits now that they were getting somewhere. "Although," she admitted, "there's still a truckload of characters in Harry Potter. I'll probably have to go through every book, and who knows how long that could take with my timeline. Speaking of which-" Robin looked down at an orange and midnight blue wrist watch. Little stars represented the numbers and tiny, green aliens pointed at the time. "I've got somewhere I need to be. Do you wanna come with?"

She shrugged. Where else would I go? She wondered. Robin seemed to take the motion for a "yes."

"Fan-tastic," Robin split the word and turned them sharply down an alley. "Now about that name…" she said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "How about…Cathy?"

"Is there a character from Harry Potter named Cathy?" she wondered.

"No. It's pretty generic actually," Robin stated with a shrug of indifference.

"Whatever works, I guess."

"Glad to hear it." Robin flashed her a toothy grin, "To the Graveyard it is then."