"Amelia, you look wonderfully rosy. That's truly good to see. Hello, Augusta, it's been a long time..." Dumbledore came over with Remus Lupin and the others, warmly greeting Mrs. Longbottom and her companions.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Mr. Macmillan quickly gave up his seat to the heavily pregnant Tonks, while Amelia Bones began preparing snacks and black tea for the expectant mother before Mrs. Longbottom could even speak.
The smiling Dumbledore declined the sugar packet Algy handed him. He lowered the tip of his wand, then drew from it a long, slightly curved brown pipe.
Then Dumbledore used the stem of the pipe to gently stir a cup of tea that had not had any extra sugar added. But he did not put it away. Instead, he raised his wand with his prosthetic hand and rubbed the very tip of the wand directly against the bowl of the pipe. Rainbow-colored smoke immediately sprang up with a hiss—each section woven from different hues—and the pipe was lit with ease.
"Albus, when did you pick up the habit of smoking? Smoking is no good for your health." Mrs. Longbottom's sharp nose lifted, and the corners of her mouth turned down disapprovingly. "It will turn your lungs black and make you cough so badly you'll have to drink cough potion..."
Dumbledore patiently waited for the old lady to finish scolding him, then raised the pipe stem to his mouth and took a comfortable sip. Immediately, multicolored smoke rings drifted from the pipe, constantly shifting colors, wobbling through the air a few times before dispersing and vanishing. "Augusta, it seems you don't much like shopping? This pipe is a new product from that new sweet shop in Commercial Plaza... The smoke that comes out is all sweet. This smoke won't enter my