At the entrance to Hogwarts Elementary School, Penelope stood with her hands behind her back before a wall lined with large arched fireplaces.
Before long, bright green flames suddenly burst up inside the empty fireplace grate of one of the fireplaces used to ferry wizarding elementary students to and from school. Allen appeared in the middle of the flames, spinning rapidly like a top. In an instant, the sounds of children laughing and roughhousing in the bright, colorful-looking castle ahead flooded his ears.
A few seconds later, Allen stepped over the fireplace grate onto the giant stone tiles and brushed the soot from the rotating eyeball jewels on his ancient robe.
"I thought I'd be the one arriving early..." Allen said a little apologetically. He took a box of potions from his pouch. "You lost the ones I gave you a few days ago, right? I made this box myself. It works a little better at soothing tension. I adjusted the flavor from the batch a few years ago and made it Cola-flavored."
"It's fine. I came early." Penelope quickly waved it off. In truth, she had indeed arrived quite a bit early because she was afraid Allen would have to wait too long. And now that she heard Allen had personally made the medicine for her, though she did not think Scrimgeour's matter warranted it, after hearing that Allen had improved the flavor, she decided she would just treat the stuff like snacks.
Allen led Penelope across the square of Hogwarts Elementary School. The cries of the children playing and making a racket made him a little impatient. Penelope, on the other hand, had already spent quite a while staring eagerly and imagining what it would be like if she had children of her own...
They passed through clusters