Disclaimer: Sadly, neither Doctor Who nor Harry Potter belongs to me… Why can't I own something British…?

I was getting annoyed. Music was fine while I was driving, noise was not. And noise is exactly was the Doctor was creating by turning the tuning dial on my radio nonstop. What kind of music did Time Lords like? Pop, hip-hop, alternative, classics? I didn't know, and I honestly didn't care. I just hoped that he'd find something soon so the noise would stop.

Finally, he just turned it off. "Really, this is the worst decade for music fans!" He exclaimed, folding his arms across his chest. "All base and computer sounds…"

"Oh, c'mon, some of it's not that bad." I mumbled, keeping my eyes on the road like a good little driver.

"Are you kidding?" He snorted, smiling at me as if I'd just said something incredibly stupid. "So far you've got Justin Bieber and Nicki Minaj."

"Well, yeah, but we've also got Katy Perry and Hot Chelle Rae." I said. "They're both decent. I'm more of an alternative person, though."

"Say whatever you like, but the seventies are always going to be better."

I rolled my eyes. "Let's talk about something else," I risked a glance at him. "Seeing as music clearly upsets you."

He smirked. "Alright, how about your bad driving?"

"That's insulting."

"It was meant to be."

"Well, you're one to talk," I pulled to stop at a red light. I turned to him as cars and trucks started to speed through the intersection. "You don't even have a license."

He pulled a piece of folded over leather out of the pocket in his trench coat and flipped it open, holding it in front of my face. "Wanna bet?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me, and I snatched the thing.

I scanned the white and blue license, taking in the photograph of the Doctor (his was much better than mine) and all of the extra information. Then, I saw the name. "John Smith?" I snorted, tossing the license back at him.

"Hey, I'm very attached to that name." He grinned as he caught the wallet-like-thing. He tucked it back into his pocket. "I've been through a lot as John Smith."

"Yeah, but why not something, I dunno… cooler?" The light turned green and I looked back to the road. "I mean, you could be anyone, why choose John Smith?"

"It's generic and won't bring about any suspicion." He explained, as if it were obvious.

"Are you kidding, that's so generic I'm sure it brings about plenty of suspicion."

"Well," He leaned back, a slight smile on his face. "Yeah."

I grinned and shook my head, turning the radio on and setting it to my least favorite station. My least favorite station happened to play 'todays hit music', which was nonstop crap. I could listen to some of it, but I knew the Doctor would hate it, hence why I set it to that station in the first place. I did love making him grumpy.

The rest of the ride was quiet. Well, we didn't talk to each other. Well, no, I didn't talk to him. He mumbled and grumbled, and I'm guessing most of it was directed at me, but I wasn't listening. I was giggling at the music. It's funny how you can fit certain songs into areas of your life, and how many of them work for the Doctor. Songs like ET and I Need a Doctor played, and I couldn't stop laughing.

Finally, we pulled into the theatre parking lot. I parked as close to the building as possible, and then jumped out of the car. The Doctor followed, rubbing his ears.

"Thank God…" He grumbled.

I grinned. "Welcome to 2011, Doctor." Then, I headed across the black tar to the glass doors that lead to the front room of the theatre. I pulled the door open and stepped inside, waiting for the Doctor to catch up. "You've been in a theatre before, right?"

He shot me a look. "I'm a time traveler, Catherine, not a cave man."

"Right, sorry." I mumbled as I looked to my left, past the velvet rope to the concessions area. Riley and Dave were already there, sitting on bar stools at one of the high tables. They had a bucket of popcorn, and were throwing bits at each other. Their hands were linked, as they always where when they were together, and their eyes connected. They were so in love, sometimes I had to look away because I felt like I was interrupting an intimate moment.

"Hello!" The Doctor grinned at the gothic teenage girl behind the counter.

She stared at him, blowing a large bubble with her chewing gum and popping it loudly. "Hi…"

I rolled my eyes. "Two for Harry Potter."

"Twelve bucks." Another bubble.

"Ooh, we're seeing Harry Potter?" He turned to me.

"Yeah, we are." I mumbled, fishing a twenty out of my wallet and setting it on the counter. The girl printed the tickets and the Doctor leaned across the counter to get a closer look at the screen of the computer. Eventually, she pressed my change into my hand and I literally had to pull him away from the counter and towards Riley and Dave.

"Cat?" Riley asked as she spotted me. "Cat Black?"

I waved. "Hi, Riley."

"Dave, you see him too, right?" She asked her fiancé, looking up at him with pure glee on her face. "Cat's with a man, right? I'm not just hallucinating?"

"Would you put a leash on her?" I asked Dave, pointing at his wife-to-be.

He smiled kindly at me. "I've tried, but her teeth are really sharp." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. She'd once told me that she loved it when he did that. "Who's your friend?"

"I'm the Doctor!"

I jumped and watched as the Doctor stepped forward and roughly shook Dave's free hand. He then gave Riley's had the same treatment.

"Ooh, Cat, a doctor," Riley winked at me, her arm sliding around Dave's waist.

"Um, no, the Doctor." The Doctor mumbled as I hit my head.

"What have I gotten myself into?" I asked myself.

Riley suddenly looked very serious. "The Doctor? What's that, some sort of code name?"

"Oh, Riley, just leave him alone." I pleaded, running my hand over my face.

She stepped away from Dave and got to her tippy-toes, obviously trying to get a closer look at his face. However, she wasn't really succeeding seeing as she barely reached his nose. "Oh, Cat, you know me," She mumbled as her eyes narrowed and she set her hand on her hips. "I don't leave anyone alone."

The Doctor bent his knees so he was just slightly taller than her and started to bob his head, gaining a confused reaction from me. "Fantastic, I don't leave anyone alone either."

Riley glared at him. "What are you doing with my Kitty Cat?"

"Kitty Cat?"

"Yes, my Kitty Cat." She was practically growling now, but I knew she wouldn't do anything to him. She was Riley, harmless as a butterfly… most of the time. "Are you sleeping with her?"

My eyes widened suddenly. "Riley!"

The Doctor blinked. "I don't think so, no."

"Alright, are you her dealer then?"

"Dealer?" I groaned, understanding now that I'd set myself up for a whole lot of trouble.

"Dealer? As is drugs?" The Doctor asked Riley, and then turned to me. The look on his face was priceless. A sort of mixture of shock, confusion and disgust, but it was hilarious all the same. It sort of bugged me that the disgust was directed at me, though. "You're on drugs?"

"No, I'm not on drugs." I mumbled, but Riley had started shouting abuse at him, drowning out my quiet and stressed voice. He started interrogating me, but I wasn't listening. I was just shaking my head and mentally slapping myself for bringing him along.

After several moments of listening to the both of them shouting, I got fed up. So, I raised my hand and thumped the back of the Doctor's head. He shut up immediately, so I moved to Riley. I thumped her just as I had the Doctor, only she had a bit of a more severe reaction.

"Ow!" She yelped as she jerked forward, her own hands burying themselves in her thick red hair. "That hurt…." She whined.

I glared at her. "He's not my dealer," I turned to the Doctor, who still looked surprised. "I'm not even on drugs."

He blinked. "Alright…"

I nodded, and then offered a smile. "You want popcorn?"

Again, he blinked. "Sure…"

I waved to Riley and Dave as I grabbed the Doctor's sleeve, pulling him away from them and towards the concession stand. He didn't say anything, and willingly followed. I'm sure he was just trying to make up for accusing me of drug abuse.

"Sorry about her, by the way." I mumbled as we stepped to the end of the line. "Riley's a bit…"

"Scary?" He offered, causing me to smile.

"I was going to say eccentric, but scary works."

He nodded and tucked his hands in his pockets. "And Dave is her boyfriend, yeah?"

"Fiancé, actually." I smiled. "They've been together for four years, and they're finally saying the 'I do's' next Saturday."

"Oh, Saturdays! I love Saturdays!" He exclaimed, his lips stretching into a bright grin. "And now you're putting a wedding on one! I'm horrible with weddings, especially my own. I love 'em, though! Weddings, the joining of two people in holy matrimony. Have you ever realized that those two words rhyme? Holy matrimony. Holy matrimony. Holy-"

"Next!"

I giggled as the Doctor shut up, looking as if someone had just kicked his puppy. He grinned at me when he heard the giggling.

I stepped forward. There was a young man behind the counter, probably working here over the summer. I doubted he was any older than nineteen. His eyes scrapped up and down my body, and then he smirked at me.

"What can I get you?" He asked, winking at me.

I frowned. "A small popcorn and something to throw up in."

The Doctor snorted, and then threw his elbow gently into my side. "And people think I'm rude."

The boy scowled at the Doctor, winked at me one more time (with much less enthusiasm), and left to get my popcorn.

"So, which Harry Potter is this?" He asked, watching the boy turn away.

"Seven part two." I answered, showing him the numbers on my fingers. "Seen it yet?"

He threw me a look. "Seen it? I was there when they were writing it."

I smirked. "So you haven't seen it?"

"Not yet, no," He glanced at the counter, shooting the boy a nasty look as he set the popcorn on the counter. "I did read the book, though. Loved it. Good old J.K.!"

I smiled and shoved the change from the tickets into the boy's hand, throwing him a look just as nasty as the Doctor's before turning and walking away. "It's good to know even Time Lords have time to just sit down and read a good book."

"Oh, it was worth it," He smiled. "I cried."

I nodded and tossed a bit of popcorn into my mouth. "Me too, I wanted to kill someone when I found out that Remus died."

"Yeah, yeah," He chuckled, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. "I met a werewolf once. Well, more like fought it, but all the same really. They got the look right, the whole," He raised his hand to his face and tried to motion elongating it.

I laughed at the look on his face. "Tell me the story later, but right now we've got to go."

He nodded and set his hand on my back, guiding me through the concessions area. Together, we walked past the empty ticket stand (there used to be and attendant, but I hadn't seen anyone there for years) and turned right into the hallway that connected all of the theatres. I looked at the board on the wall across from us, and found the words 'Harry Potter' at the very top with an arrow pointing right. The Doctor saw it as well, and we quickly moved to the end of the hall, ducking left into the theatre.

When I saw the screen, I knew the movie had already started. It showed Voldemort as he cackled in triumph, the Elder Wand gripped tightly in his hand. It was only a recap of how part one had ended though, so we hadn't missed anything of importance.

"Hurry!" I whispered to the Doctor as I began running up the steps. Riley and Dave were at the back of the theatre. Riley had once told me that she wouldn't sit anywhere else because she enjoyed throwing popcorn at the back of other peoples' heads.

When I reached her, Riley grabbed me and rather forcefully pulled me into the seat next to her. "Took you long enough," She whispered harshly as the Doctor sat down beside me. "Now just be quiet and watch the movie!"

Now, I'd known Riley since middle school, and I knew that was a good time to listen and obey her every command. The Doctor, however, wasn't quite so… savvy.

"Why doesn't Voldemort have a nose?" He asked, leaning forward in his seat to ask both Riley and I. "I don't get-"

He was cut off by a fistful of M&M's raining down on his face and into his hair. "And there's more where that came from." Riley growled under her breath as she shook the large tub of popcorn in her hands.

The Doctor seemed to get the message, and shrank back in his seat, his long legs thrown out in front of him and his head ducked. Most likely to avoid more stray food.

A/N: So, this is another kinda short chapter. I rather liked this one though, so I think that made up for it at least a little bit.

I'm posting this rather late in the evening due to the really exciting week I've been having. That was sarcastic, but now that I think about it, it really shouldn't have been. The week was exciting, it was just today that was a bit boring. The Kennedy Space Center in Florida is one of the most boring things I've ever done. The iMax was pretty cool though. Yesterday we went to Islands of Adventure and I got grumpy towards the end, and the same two days before when we went to Universal.

Anyways, now you know a bit more about Riley. I rather like her. And, just pointing this out now, her views are not mine. There's just this little part of my dormant mind that creates her dialogue and actions without my knowing. If you wish, go ahead and leave some hate mail for her, and I'll be sure to forward it to her.

I've got to go. It's late and I have to wake up early tomorrow in order to repack my suitcase. I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Allons-y!

Thanks for reading!

Jazmine