"ALBUS!" shrieked Aberforth. "Someone's at the door and wants to talk to you!"
Albus Dumbledore pointed his wand at the stove and the flames under the pot of water lowered themselves. He glanced around the kitchen one last time before rupping his apron off and running downstairs.
"Who is it?" he asked as his brother came into view. Aberforth looked at him and shrugged, his hand on the open door.
Albus opened the door wider and stepped behind Aberforth to get a look at the stranger.
Standing on the porch was a good-looking young man, with a friendly smile on his face.
"You must be Albus Dumbledore," the man said, a strange accent hanging on his voice. He stretched out his hand. "I'm Gellert Grindelwald. It is my deep pleasure to finally meet you."
Albus shook his hand. "Grindelwald? Is that Swiss?"
Gellert nodded, seemingly impressed. "Very good."
"And your accent--German?"
"Prodominently, yes," said Gellert, still smiling. "It is my first language."
Albus had not realized that he had put his hands on Aberforth's shoulders until Aberforth started to squirm. Without a word, Aberforth ducked away and ran upstairs. Albus stared after him for a moment, and then shook his head. "Aberforth, my brother," he said to Gellert. "Mr. Grindelwald, what can I do for you?"
"I just today moved in with my aunt, down the street from here. She suggested that I come introduce myself to the famous Dumbledores."
"Your aunt?"
"Yes, Bathilda."
Albus smiled. "Indeed? Well, come on in, Mr. Grindelwald--I was just making dinner."
Gellert stepped across the threshold and immediately gave the front room a look-over. "Please, my dear man, call me Gellert. I don't wish to intrude, really, but seeing as I have no friends here just yet--"
"I understand, no intrusion at all."