Chris walked slowly through San Francisco on his way home to the loft. Although he had a car, he often preferred to walk. His plan was to walk to the loft, get his car and drive to the manor for dinner. His plan was interrupted by a scream. Chris sprinted to the source and was surprised to see a pretty young woman wrestling with a slight, hunched demon. Acting on his instinct he flung his arm out and the demon was sent flying away from the girl. Hurrying towards her, concern in his bright green eyes, Chris asked, "Are you alright?"
"N…no," came the stuttered answer from the disheveled and shaking girl, "I am so far from 'alright'. Who the hell was that?" She indicated the demon that was shimmering away. "Who the hell are you and what the hell did you just do?"
Chris was confused for a moment. How in the world do you protect innocents from demons and such without giving magic away…or sounding like a lunatic? All the stories he'd heard growing up were about innocents saved and battles won, never had anyone told him what to expect or do in this situation. He decided to wing it. "I don't know who that was. My name is Chris and I ran here when I heard you scream." Simple.
She turned a burning look on him, clearly not buying the easy excuse, "MMhmm," she humphed, crossing her arms in front of her chest and leaning to one side. Chris felt like a slug that just crawled out from under a rock from her intense stare. Although, still obviously shaken, she wanted answers. "Look, I know that you know more than you're letting on. These last few weeks have been insanely strange for me and suddenly I'm accosted by the Hunchback of Notre Dame who my rescuer sent flying with a flick of his wrist. The Hunchback, seeing my knight with the pretty green eyes dissolves into thin air…" she paused her tirade for a moment. "I may be blonde but I am far from stupid. So again, who was that? Who are you, besides Chris? And what the hell did you do? For that matter, how did he disappear and why have I just been through two weeks of hell?"
Obviously, this tiny blonde, who reminded Chris strangely of his mother, was, like Piper, not about to let anything past her. He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders and answered, "That was a demon, what kind I don't know," he shrugged, "I am Chris," he hurried at her snort of disgust, "I'm a witch. I used telekinesis to separate the demon from you. He shimmered back to the underworld. And, I'm guessing, that the last few weeks have been hard on you because you're a witch and just discovered that fact when magic came back."
"Alright, Hagrid, when do you take me to Dumbledore and Hogwarts?" She asked icily.