Disclaimer: I hereby solemnly proclaim that I do not own JKR's Harry Potter series, and that I am not attracted to goats. Platypuses however, that's another thing. Enjoy the reading.
So, that was the place where they were supposed to meet, Aberforth thought once he arrived in front of the restaurant. "The Dangling Hooves", the sign said. Aberforth smiled. She really knew what he liked. It was starting to rain, maybe she was already waiting for him inside. He decided to walk in before he got wet.
"Hello sir, how may I help you", the pretty waitress asked with a smile.
"Er, Aberforth Dumbledore, I'm expected here", Aberforth answered curtly.
"Oh yes, she's expecting you, over here to the left."
He nodded and thanked her. He started to walk towards the direction she had just given him.
He only had to walk a few steps, and then he saw her, waiting for him, looking at him with her square pupils.
"Hi Martha, it's been a while", he said while sitting on his chair. "Quite a fancy place", he added.
"Beeeeeaaah", Martha the Goat bleated.
"You already ordered something?"
"Weuweuaaaah."
"Oh, fresh pasta, very good choice."
"Weaah."
The waitress arrived with a huge plate of fresh pasta with tomato sauce for the both of them. They started to eat.
Right at this precise moment, the speakers started to blast Spandau Ballet's "True" in the whole room. Go ahead, you can check it out on Youtube, I'll be waiting. The song awoke so many memories for Abelforth and Martha the Goat. It had been such a long time. Their eyes locked while they slowly swallowed their pasta.
"It's really been a long time", Aberforth told Martha.
"Bweeaaah", Martha bleated, averting her eyes.
"Yeah."
"Weah."
They ate the remainder of their meals in silence, savouring the reconnection between two long-lost lovers.
"Hey", Aberforth told after a while, now that the big plate in the middle of the table was empty.
"Waaah?"
"A friend of mine, she got me two tickets for a Good Charlotte concert. So I figured out, maybe you'd like to come with me", Aberforth asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"Good Charlotte?" the goat bleated, almost without any accent.
"Yeah."
"Wawaaah!" she said enthusiastically. Aberforth was so glad she had accepted.
"The thing is, it's tonight. We'd have to go right now. Wanna go right now?"
"Waeeaweeh!"
"Okay, let's go then."
Aberforth got up from his chair. He was about to pay for the meal but Martha the goat got in her own purse with her nice little painted hooves and paid for the whole meal, because she was a strong independent goat who didn't need no man. The waitress waved them goodbye as they walked out of the restaurant.
Aberforth spotted a nice brand new motorbike, left alone in the parking lot, taking all the rain. Something had to be done about that.
"Hey, Martha. Wanna do it like the good old days?"
"Weaah?"
"I know, it's not mine", he said, looking at her. Then he winked. "But I don't care".
He walked towards the motorbike and got his wand out.
"Asparagus", he muttered. The motorbike was now unlocked and ready to be used. He climbed and actioned the throttle. "Get on", he told Martha. The goat looked like she was ready to swoon. She climbed behind Abelforth, holding herself to his voluminous, manly chest.
"Wùààh, Aberforth-chan~~", the goat bleated softly.
This was much better than a broom, Aberforth thought as the two of them rode into the sunset.