Harry whipped around at the voice and raised his staff, pointing it at the source. His duster flapped around his hiking boots and reviled his clothes, blue jeans and an Black Sabbath t-shirt. Keeping the staff trained on the man before him, he looked him up and down.

“You look normal enough...” he eyed the man suspiciously. “But cant be to safe.”

Staff in hand, he pulled out a peace of chalk and knelt down. With a few quick movements while keeping the staff on his new acquaintance, he drew a quick Circle on the ground and pushed his will into it.

“Now, my name is Harry,” he said, never lowering his staff. “What's your's?”