"Hello, Dumbledore," that guy said. He was holding a baby. It was special and weird because of a mark on its head, which babies normally don't have.
"Dumbledore, I can't believe you want to leave this special child with a bunch of normal muggles!" The cat woman spoke. "Any magical family would want to take him in."
The wise old man's eyes twinkled for some reason. "How would I manipulate, mansplain, or malewife my way out of this?" he asked.
"What?" The cat lady asked him.
"Never mind. Put that thing on the doorstep, Hagrid." His eyes twinkled again. How does he do that?
"Anyway, let's go and not check on him for like 11 years lol," the old man said.
"OK," both of his companions agreed, then flew away into the night sky.
Oh and that mark was shaped like a lightning bolt on his head, remember that. (wink wink)
