"Of course I have to ask the ministry for confirmation that your Criminal Record is indeed clean, but I don't have any doubt that it will be, so consider yourself hired," professor Dumbledore said, to the young mrs. Pince.
"Uhm, well…." the witch said hesitantly, "that might be a problem."
A young girl was fuming. She couldn't believe it, but it was true. It said so on her notebook: "Lydia borrowed "the ninth potion.""
It was three months later now and she still hadn't returned it??!?!
Irma was an overly nice girl, but when books were concerned she could feel the hound rise inside her.
Lydia was going to give that book back, right now. She didn't care that it was dinnertime. Minding her manners wasn't necessary when the other party was so inconsiderate.
She moved briskly to the door, grabbed a bicycle and raced towards Lydia's home. She got there in 12 minutes, which was a personal record.
Impatiently she buzzed the buzzer.
No one came.
She buzzed again.
No one.
Buzz….
No one.
"They are on holiday, honey," a neighbor of Lydia's shouted, from across the street.
She groaned and stared at the house. Her book inside there, it must feel so lonely! Leaving a borrowed book at home when you went on a holiday??! There was no way of knowing what else that terrible woman had done with it!
But wait…. There was something she could do….
Mrs. Pince blushed. "I might have been caught for burglary, once or twice."