She flipped through pages, eyes wide, leaning closer as they drifted by. She paused at a printed painting of a handsome man, draped in robes of gold and crimson. Godric Gryffindor.
Rose Weasley took a deep breath, and then whispered the spell she knew would bring her hearts' desire to her. A flash of light, a rush of wind and there he was, standing before her.
He looked confused. He looked at her, frowning.
"...Good Morrow," he said, hesitantly.
Her mouth went dry, and her heart raced. He was here. Now was the time to say something stunningly clever.
"Hi."
A/N: First-ever drabble, for a really freaky challenge. Yesh.
I googled old English greetings, and 'good morrow' is 'good morning'. How he knows it's morning is up to your imagination. Maybe the sun is rising or something.
