"That Little Thing has a nasty streak, just like Tom. It likes egging people into fights and stirring up trouble... all to relieve its boredom." Allen glanced at Little Hand, and Little Hand immediately bounced back to its place, arranged itself properly, and stopped hopping around. "So, Albus, what would you like to drink? Sorry, I'm not especially interested in sweets, but I do have plenty of drinks... Want to try some Muggle Cola? The taste is rather unusual for wizards... though overall it's still on the sweet side. You should like it..."
"From the sound of it, perhaps I really should have put him in Gryffindor back then?" the Sorting Hat replied through the slit that opened like a great mouth.
"I'm hardly some old fossil when it comes to accepting these things, Allen. I've had it before, and I liked the taste very much, though pairing it with popcorn does make one fat," Dumbledore said lightly as he sat before the headmaster's desk.
From the little freezer in his cabinet, Allen took out a large bottle of Cola and two transparent glass cups. The Cola bottle opened with a hiss, and he poured it into the cups, bubbles gurgling up inside. Then he tapped the air over them with his finger and cast a deliberately weakened Glacius to chill them.
A moment later, the two former and current headmasters of Hogwarts lightly clinked their glasses, whose sides had already begun to bead with tiny droplets from the cold, each took a sip, and let out a comfortable sigh.
Setting down his glass, Allen glanced at the clock in the office. "Then, Albus, let's talk about something serious. Sirius Black told you the situation? Your opinion is..."
"Sirius Black did come to me. To persuade him to temporarily give