It was nearing eleven o'clock on a crisp September day, and the headmaster of Hogwarts was hurrying down the platform at Kings Cross Station, later than he wanted to be.
"But I don't understand why you 'ave to do this at ALL. Doesn't ze 'eadmaster greet ze students as zey arrive? Madame Maxime would never 'ave ridden to Beauxbatons on a...a... railroad!"
"Well, my darling Gabrielle, your school has its history, and so does mine. And I guess it's my charming and unpredictable nature to rewrite things from time to time, eh?" The tall, slightly heavy man with the red hair stopped and took his wife's face in his hands. "C'mon, Gabi. It'll be fun."
"Fun!" she said, adding a "poof" sound from between her lips. "'Ow about some dignity? Ze students should respect you..." But then she stopped and gave him a ruelsmile. "What am I saying, Ron? Zey will do more than respect you. Zey will love you."
The image has been given by a certain commentator of this blog.Anyway the people will still buy the books. So, this is no big deal... this is just a portion...
