A different world. Felicity had made up stories about different worlds, but they were fiction. Fantasy, fairy tales. She regarded Barret in the manner of someone waiting for the punchline of a joke she was pretty sure she wasn't going to understand anyway, and she cocked her head to one side.
"Another world," she repeated slowly, rolling the concept around in her mind. "BIt impossible, isn't it? If it was possible, someone more brilliant than me would've discovered it ages ago."
She pushed up to her feet and tipped her chin up to regard the furry man before she promptly thrust out a hand. "Felicity Potter," she introduced herself. "I'd give you nicknames to call me, but I haven't really got any. Aunt Lily sometimes calls me Lissy, though I'm not sure I like that."
Pausing once more to think, Felicity nodded. "I think ... clothing would be a very good idea."