Once Bill had apparated to the entrance of Hogsmade, he jogged to short
distance to The Three Broom Sticks, where Dumbledor had volunteered to meet
him and escort him up to the school grounds.
When he arrived at the establishment, it wasn't more than three seconds before he spotted Dumbledor conversing with a beautiful blond witch, who Bill suspected was at least part veela.
"Ah, Bill Weasley!" Dumbledor exclaimed when he had spotted the first born of the Weasley clan. "How are you, my boy?"
"Couldn't be better, Professor."
Oh, call me Albus, You're not a student anymore." The ageing wizard exclaimed merrily. The blond who was strangely familiar looking, shifted uncomfortable in her seat. "Bill this is Fleur Delecour, you remember the Triwizard champion from last year. She will be teaching Divinitation this year due to the fact that when Professor Trelawy was gazing into her crystal ball, the, er, inner eye, informed her that she would not be teaching this year."
"Hello." Fleur said softly, offering her hand to Bill, who after shaking it, seemed to forget to let go. " You can let go of my hand now."
Of course, yes, forgive me," Bill stuttered while his face turned almost as red as his hair.
When he arrived at the establishment, it wasn't more than three seconds before he spotted Dumbledor conversing with a beautiful blond witch, who Bill suspected was at least part veela.
"Ah, Bill Weasley!" Dumbledor exclaimed when he had spotted the first born of the Weasley clan. "How are you, my boy?"
"Couldn't be better, Professor."
Oh, call me Albus, You're not a student anymore." The ageing wizard exclaimed merrily. The blond who was strangely familiar looking, shifted uncomfortable in her seat. "Bill this is Fleur Delecour, you remember the Triwizard champion from last year. She will be teaching Divinitation this year due to the fact that when Professor Trelawy was gazing into her crystal ball, the, er, inner eye, informed her that she would not be teaching this year."
"Hello." Fleur said softly, offering her hand to Bill, who after shaking it, seemed to forget to let go. " You can let go of my hand now."
Of course, yes, forgive me," Bill stuttered while his face turned almost as red as his hair.