Severus Dewin Snape took the little burden on his arms, not knowing properly what to do with it, and not being exactly aware of how he decided to put himself in that specific position, against all things he thought before on that subject.

- “Aunt Weasley, please!” – Severus bursted. It was enough now! – “I have an image to keep, and I’m afraid that shouting to the world my fondness towards your chocolate chip cookies is not the best way to define it!”

Harry looked outside the train’s window for a moment, watching the colours changing and the night coming slowly, and he felt that things were quite simple to him now, in spite of the new experiences, the new faces, the butterflies in his stomach, for not having a clear idea of how his life would be from that day forward, and for how on earth they would make Aunt Weasley’s blueberry and lemon muffins disappear until the end of their journey!