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Last time was just a dream.
Or at least, she'd assumed it was a dream.
So this time must be a dream, as well.
That's as close as Christine gets to actual logic.

Therefore, when she delicately steps through the door, in a completely different, but equally extravagent dress, to find herself in the bar, she doesn't faint, but only gasps and places her hand on her exposed bosom ever so gently.

Okay, she may faint soon. There's dead people in this bar, after all.

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The charming young man stared at her as if she were insane (thinking she might be a robot since she talked just like that girl April) but took her hand and shook it.

He asked, rather bluntly, "You are human, right?"

She draws back her hand in shock at being shaken like a man.

"Of course I am!" she declares, paling with concern. "Aren't you?"

"Yeah," Ron said. He gave her a wicked grin. "Mostly."

Okay, so toying with her wasn't the nicest thing in the world, but the girl practically screamed muggle at him, and she was somehow slightly irritating, and he hadn't picked a good row with anyone in ages...

She's not irritating, she's pretty!

She's paling even more. The blood drains from her... face.

"Mostly?" she whispers, then gives a tiny little sigh and folds up, falling to the floor.

She lands in a way that shows of her dress to best effect.

Ron stood up from his seat so quickly his chair fell over, and went over to make sure she was still breathing and everything and that her head wasn't cracked open. He was rather annoyed.

"What is with it with girls? Why do they have to be so stupid?" he was muttering.

She's still breathing. He can probably tell from looking at her... dress.

She also didn't crack her head open. It was a very dainty fall. In the middle of the bar. Where everyone can see her. And know Ron did it.

Ron looked around, nervously (looked down curiously) then looked around nervously again. It was going to look like he knocked her out or something, and with the dress, well, everyone was going to think he was some sort of pervert or something. So he did the only thing he could reasonably do and that was drape Christine's limp arm over his shoulder, drag her over to the table and sit her up in a chair, tidying up her dress a little while touching her and it as little as possibly.

Then he sat down again, across from her, still looking around at the people staring. Christine's head was slumped down on the table.

"She's okay! Just tired!"

After they stopped staring, he prodded her head with his finger. "Oy! You! Wake up!"

She sighs a little as Ron takes her arm, and is dragged very graciously for an unconscious person. When he pokes her head, it lolls very elegantly and she opens her eyes and lifts her head, gracefully.

"Where am I?" she mutters.

"Milliways Bar. You just passed out." He tilted his head questioningly. "You one of those narcoticoleptics my friend Hermione told me about?"

"One of what?" she asks, confused.

"One of those people that has that disease where they suddenly fall asleep at random. Since that's what you just did. Unless that was fainting." He forked some potato and started chewing away. "But it looked more like falling asleep. I've a friend who passes out a lot and with him it's more like--" He made a whistling sound that started high and went lower. "--WHUMP."

She giggles, charmingly. "Oh, you are funny!" she declares.

Ron didn't know whether to look perturbed, or to be flattered, so he settled with, "Yeah, I reckon I am."

Although there was a pause. "Are you sure you're not a robot?"

Christine's eyes widen in confusion and perhaps offended fear.

"What's a robot?!" she asks. "I'm an opera singer!"

"It's a...never mind." Ron shook his head. "So you sing then?"

"Oh yes!" she declares. "At the Ankh Morpork Opera House! I play Cassandra in the current production!"

She then looks slightly panicked. "I have a performance in an hour! I have to go!"

"Well, go on then," Ron said, waving a hand towards the door.

She rises up into a standing position in a swish of taffeta

"Thank you so much for being so nice to me, sir!" she exclaims, kissing him on the cheek. "Maybe I'll see you in my next dream!"

And she sweeps off towards the door dramatically.

He flushed despite himself and couldn't help but oggle slightly as she walked away.

Then he lifted an eyebrow. "...Dream?"

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