Look at her. Yes, her. The one standing there looking so lovely. Not many come here anymore after the war. But she's here, she always has been, and always will. The Leaky Caldron, from 9pm to midnight. Now don't just expect me to tell you the whole story with a bribe of one butter beer, I am going to need something a little stronger to recall the pain and pleasure of the past. Ah, that's a little better, a little whiskey, thank you. You see? We're both twenty now, three years after graduation. She works at the ministry, and I a professor. You didn't peg for that sort of man, did you? Alright, ready for the story to begin? Ok, let me tell you of the first moment I laid eyes on her. The first moment I fell in love with Hermione Granger.