The part Allen was responsible for was finally over. Fleur and the others packed up the props and prepared to leave; they would finish the rest of the filming on their own afterward.
Ross Geller had also lost the aura he'd had earlier when he was holding forth about his profession. He went back to his slow, plodding manner. After running into the factory just now, he quickly ran back out again, hands clasped behind his back, and came up to Allen with a somewhat bashful look.
"Headmaster Harris..." Ross's drawl, slow enough to make someone want to hit him, sounded again.
Allen, who had been talking with Hermione, noticed something odd about Ross then. Seeing the way he looked, Allen was startled and hurriedly stared intently at his head for a moment.
Then Allen let out a breath of relief and held out his hand before Ross could speak. "Of course, Ross. Give me the poster and I'll sign it for you..." He took the poster from behind Ross's back and unfolded it. "Uh... seeing what I looked like playing a few years ago now is... kind of embarrassing."
As he spoke, Allen signed his name on the Quidditch photograph from when he had joined the National Team in his fourth year. "How is that Golem arm I had Hermione order from you last time?"
"I'll have a courier deliver it to you in a few days. An owl can't carry something that heavy... And... Headmaster Harris." Having gotten his poster back, Ross was so satisfied that even his speech sped up, only sounding a little slower than the average person now. "Headmaster Harris, you must take part in next year's Quidditch World Cup..."
"Uh, I don't have much time to train anymore, and Coach Geraldine has already retired...