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[b]Christopher Harris[/b]

Christopher turned to the other and noted the hand. He took it cordially, making sure to grip it firmly as his father droned into him.[b] "Christopher Harris - Charmed."[/b] He almost cringed at the practiced response. He noted the name a moment later - [b]"I am new here - We seem to be slumming together - if I recall correctly. I was just on my way to the room now."[/b] He looked over the young man, he looked reserved enough - the whole nice quiet, guy that lives next door you see in films. Not that Christopher had any experience with those things. Their neighbors were ancient snobs that had terrible taste in their classical music. Perhaps he could be a friend... no. It would be naive to wish such things now. Too many things were unknown. He doubted the young man would want to be friends with him in any case. They wont have anything in common. Nice guy and discredited failed snob. Oil and water. Wont work. He offered a cordial smile nonetheless.