With the American Ministry of Magic agents who had tried to arrest them driven off, Roy sprang up from where he had been curled on the ground and cheered.
"Oh yeah, we're saved!"
Aisling was not as excitable as Roy. She slowly rose from the ground, though her face was just as full of joy at being rescued.
During this heartwarming reunion, Snape said little. After checking Roy and Aisling over, he left immediately. He still had important matters to attend to.
Dumbledore let out a long breath, drew his gaze back, and looked at Roy, who was bouncing around on the dock, and the composed Aisling.
"I'm so glad to see you both safe and sound. We can discuss the story of your trip to America later. For now, I'd best get you back to Britain before the American authorities react."
Dumbledore patted Roy's shoulder with his withered hand, looking relieved, then took a small charm from his pocket and began working on it with intense concentration.
"Er-Professor?"
Seeing how absorbed Dumbledore was, Roy cautiously tried to get his attention.
Dumbledore seemed not to hear him. He remained on the dock, wholly focused on fiddling with the little object in his hands.
"Professor?"
Roy raised his voice a little.
"..."
"Professor!"
"..."
Roy: "..."
Seeing Dumbledore ignore Roy, Aisling stepped forward and gently called to the engrossed professor in her soft voice.
"Professor Dumbledore? What are you doing?"
"Oh, this? I'm making you a Portkey to get you home."
Roy said, "Oh, awesome. Dumbledore, you're a real stand-up guy."
"Ahem!! Professor, we haven't eaten in two days!!!"
Seeing Dumbledore playing dumb, Roy dropped the act altogether and began yelling at him at the top of his lungs in broad daylight.
This time, Dumbledore heard Roy's complaint. He stopped working