Gandalf furrowed his heavy brow at the name of this unusual city, Los Angeles of California. The name did not help to cure his confusion but by the way she addressed him further she had already guessed as much “Your assumptions would be quite right my lady Potter” he stated leaning on his staff comfortably, not seeming to take heed of the strange looks he received “I am a member of the Istari …Heren Istarion but in the tongue of men we are called Wizards” When her attention turned to the staff so did his, twisting it around lightly almost in an idle way yet his sapphire eyes were set on it “I see you eye my staff…mere a tool my dear woman nothing more..” he said with a delicate smile. His gentle ancient eyes moved to her bags offering a free hand towards her “You look as if you could use some assistance…allow me to carry some of the burden”