The wind stretched featherlike curls of cloud into shapes like parchment. One clump suddenly lit up like an ignited Golden Snitch as sunlight spilled out from behind the cumulus clouds.
The whole world grew much brighter. This was probably a good omen, a sign that returning the two dragon eggs would go smoothly, Brian thought silently as he stared at the clouds, the wind roaring in his ears.
After he took out the dragon eggs and money pouch and offered a brief explanation, Targaryen laughed and gave him a solid hug. Brian had no thoughts beyond "I want to escape." The young woman looked shapely, but she was actually muscular and, like Hagrid, had no sense of how much force to use.
Brian genuinely believed that his lumbar vertebrae had been pushed inward by the hug-though, of course, perhaps sitting too much lately had given him a slightly slipped disc.
Fortunately, another external force soon pushed his disc back into place: Charlie Weasley, who came rushing to the scene on a rescue broomstick. This young man was just as muscular and equally generous with both his praise and his grateful hugs. Charlie had the same distinctive freckles, but he was noticeably stockier than his brothers. His darker complexion and the numerous scars on his skin all proved that he was a dependable, capable dragon researcher.
"I kept waiting for an owl to arrive with a letter. I never expected you to arrive faster than the owl!" Charlie Weasley released Brian and excitedly kissed each dragon egg.
Hagrid, meanwhile, had never imagined there were two dragon eggs in Brian's suitcase. After his initial shock, realization dawned on him. "Oh, Chet, I finally know why I kept wanting to open your suitcase all the way here! My nose was telling me there