"Who's Harry Potter?" He spoke a Word and a point in the air shimmered, then showed an image of a bedroom, where green robes sat, alongside a small television and a small staff.
"But yes, I am a wizard."
The image vanished as he dispelled the spell.
"I would believe in most things, myself, after the last four years I spent. I'm just glad to be back in civilization."
He smiled, shook her hand and nodded. "Nice to meet you, Sam. Seems like a lot of us got dumped here suddenly."