A Novel Way to Travel

In the evening, at the Ministry of Magic in England.

Fred and George had just finished a day's work. Dragging their exhausted bodies along, they cursed Kyle in their hearts as they took the lift down to the lobby, ready to return to Ottery St. Catchpole.

"Gentlemen Weasley..." A slow, drawling voice called out, making them turn their heads instinctively.

"Bob, what is it?" Fred asked. "Got some more interesting news to share with us?"

"We're all ears," George said.

He was the receptionist in the Ministry of Magic lobby, responsible for guiding first-time visitors to wherever they needed to go. Because of his job, he was always among the first to hear about many things, so the twins had maintained a friendly relationship with him.

"What interesting news could there be lately? I'm so bored I've been thinking about changing jobs." Bob sighed.

"Then why not come work for the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures?" Fred's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "We have connections. We can guarantee you'll transfer over without a hitch."

"Yeah," George said. "The pay there is quite a bit better than a receptionist's."

"The Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures?" Bob seemed to think of something and shuddered. "Better not. I suddenly think being a little bored isn't so bad. At least I have time to do things I enjoy, unlike you two, busy every day until... Well, never mind. Let's not talk about things that make people unhappy."

Bob changed the subject. "This is for you."

He took out a bulging envelope and placed it on the desk.

"The sender was a foreign owl. You weren't here at the time, so I accepted the letter for you."

"A letter for us..."

"Delivered by a foreign owl?"

Fred