"The Answer to the Great Question...of Life, the Universe and Everything...Forty-two," said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.
From The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Noël Adams
Chapter 25: The Banshee
Charlie stepped out of the Kings Cross Station and looked around searchingly. He finally caught a sight that made his heart burst with a glow warmer than any summer sun. Then he sprinted across the street through traffic toward Argyle Gardens. There was his girl, Madeline, hair hanging long and wavy, wearing a pair of jeans, a long purple baby-doll shirt, and black boots. She stood beside a vintage motorcycle and was smiling radiantly at him. She waved her arm ceremoniously in front of the bike as if it were the first prize in a television quiz show.
He grinned admiringly. "Dad said you rode it here. I can't believe it!"
"It rides beautifully!. Well, in a smelly, rumbly sort of way," she admitted with a laugh.
Charlie tapped on the registration plate that read "42 DNA," and chuckled. He ran his hand over the smooth surface of the forest green tank. "This is marvelous. I must admit that I wasn't sure you and dad could get it working. I remember it in dad's shed, so old and junky looking." He stepped back and looked it up and down. "Does it fly?"
A passing Muggle gave them an odd glance.
"No," Madeline answered. "It's just a muggle bike." She wrinkled her nose and thought a bit. "Well, that's not entirely true." She got closer to him and lowered her voice so the Muggles wouldn't hear. "Your dad did use quite a bit of magic on it, but that was mostly just to get it to stop leaking and rattling," she said with a snort, which caused Charlie to start laughing hard at her. "And it was never junky!" she said in mock defensiveness. It's a 1922 Banshee, very rare, you know."
"No, I don't know," Charlie smirked. He took her hand and looked into her eyes. "Do I get a kiss?"
She bit her lip thoughtfully. "I don't know. You're still a schoolboy," she said, half teasing and half peeved. In truth, she was extremely disappointed that he had decided to go back to Hogwarts in the fall instead of quitting school to take the Wimbourne Wasps' offer. On the other hand, she had missed him very much. "Alright, I'll let you kiss me," she said.
He kissed her tenderly and whispered in her ear, "It's so nice to be back."
We will now lightly pass over the inevitable sickeningly sweet scenes of youthful romance. Suffice it to say, they had lively motorcycle rides, leisurely hikes in nature, and plenty of doing absolutely nothing in particular. Their parting at the end of summer, left Charlie feeling hopeful of a bright future and Madeline disgruntled and impatient.