Vaughan rolled his eyes. "So one of the vice presidents struck you as highly aggressive, and now you want me to be gentle and accommodating? How could you, as president, say something like that without shame?"
Dumbledore replied matter-of-factly, "I've only been to the International Confederation of Wizards a few times. The actual work is handled by the vice presidents. My status is high, but I don't have much real power. Isn't that perfectly normal?"
"Useless!"
"Ah—children really do have sharp tongues. I simply dislike politics and administrative affairs. To tell you a secret, I never wanted to be president in the first place. Some people from the Ministry of Magic practically forced me into it..."
"Ahem, ahem—" Amelia coughed heavily.
Clearly, she was one of the "some people" Dumbledore had mentioned.
Vaughan now utterly despised old Dumbledore.
Still, he took Dumbledore's assessment of Babajide Akingbade to heart. Before long, he met the African wizard whom Dumbledore had described as "highly aggressive" and "ambitious."
After waiting for another twenty-odd minutes, the air within the thick fog began to churn.
Whoosh—
A wind blew out from deep within the fog, whipping up Vaughan, Dumbledore, and Amelia's robes until they snapped in the air.
"They're here."
Dumbledore spoke, his bright blue eyes narrowing slightly.
Vaughan nodded and drew his wand. Like Moses parting the sea, he split a hazy fissure through the thick fog ahead. The mist that had previously mingled together was instantly severed, forming two curtain-like walls that resembled waterfalls.
As a faint light glimmered at the tip of Vaughan's wand, the two walls drew back, and a corridor of clear visibility extended farther and farther ahead.
All the way to where the wind had come from.
That was the middle of the street fifty meters from the building. Magical