Right within Malia’s sight, a young brunet man sheepishly waves at her, not sure how she will react to him. His clothes don’t even scream interesting enough with just a henley style shirt, hooded jacket, jeans and sneakers. He also has a pink ball of fluff and a snow white owl who looks like she has a forever neutral resting face, not to mention the obviously padded polearm he has on hand.

“Oh, um, hi!” Harry squeaks as he greets her, “I’m a friend of Kyoko’s from another world. How are you today?”