The Professor hastily worked the controls, grinning madly as he dashed about the control room. He'd been acting thusly for almost a week since they had departed Coruscant, leaving an amnesiac Pi-edi in the Jedi temple and Rosie to wonder if perhaps this was the Time Lord's way of coping with loss; if perhaps someday, he'd be dancing around in an empty TARDIS, having left behind the rest of them.

Still, the past week had seen a highlight; they had gone on a pleasure cruise, or rather had stowed away on an expensive space cruise in the seven hundred and sixty-eighth century, taking turns with the Professor's psychic paper to enjoy the various pointless amenities available on the ship. They had seen a supernova up close and had visited a city on Mars built seventy million years before the modern age of humanity.

"I think," said the Professor, pushing a final button and turning away from the console. "It's time for a visit, don't you?" Rosie blinked, uncertain.

"A visit," she asked. "To where exactly?"

The Time Lord smiled, looking to Billie and Athena before saying, "Hogwarts. Not quite the same time, mind you, but I thought it would be nice to see familiar places." The TARDIS' engines shut down as he said this, a dull thunk sounding as they landed.

"When, exactly," asked Athena, incredulously.

"November first of 1981," replied the Time Lord. "Second biggest celebration in wizarding history, if I have my facts straight." Billie's eyes lit up, looking at the door.

"Then last night was the night Voldemort was defeated the first time," she asked, excited. The Professor nodded, smiling.

"Now," said the Professor, looking to the remaining group. "I think we ought to change into something a little more fitting considering where we're going." He reached into his pocket, withdrawing a ball of string which immediately began to snake its way across the floor and down one of the hallways. At the raised eyebrows in the room, he elaborated, "it's Mondasian smart fiber. I left a snippet of it in the wardrobe room and now it's slithering off to reattach the missing piece."

The Time Lord led the way, following the thread down a long corridor and into a cathedral sized room. There were several stories, each linked by a spiral staircase, the walls covered all the way up in clothes.

"Alright," said the Professor, looking around. "Robes are on the third floor, section 'C'."

Hogwarts School had hardly changed since they had left it; the autumn wind whipped through the trees pleasantly, and though lights light filtered down from the windows of the great hall of the castle, there weren't nearly enough of them for a celebration of the proper magnitude to be going on inside.

"Ah," said the Professor, checking his pocket watch. "I seem to be just a little off. It's September first, not November first." He looked again at the watch. "And it's not 1981. It's 1892." The group stopped, staring at the Time Lord.

"It's when," asked Athena, glaring at the Time Lord.

"Wait," said Billie, turning and running back to the TARDIS, returning only a few seconds later with large, black leather bound book bearing gold letters spelling out the words Hogwarts: A History. "1892," she said, browsing the book. "Was the year Headmaster Dumbledore started his first year at Hogwarts."

Athena's eyes lit up, and the Professor smiled.

"Shall we go then," said the Time Lord, striding off toward the castle.