A short, healthy looking girl of twenty-three stood at the back of the long line of customers waiting to check their bags. She absentmindedly twirled one long lock of brown hair around her fingers as she impatiently tapped one foot. This was her first time flying out of the country and now she was more nervous then she had been when she first discovered she'd be making the trip. London sounded so far away from Sioux Falls, South Dakota. She wondered if the people living there had even heard of her hometown. Most likely not, she thought to herself as she dropped her heavy shoulder bag to stretch.

The airport seemed hot and stuffy, even for Atlanta in June. The place was a sea of people in different shapes and sizes. A child off to the girl's right began crying and the girl checked her watch for the hundredth time. If the line didn't start moving she was going to miss her flight. If only the electronic checkers were working, the girl whined inside her head, but the checkers had been out of order for the last week. Suddenly, as if in response to her silent plea, a loud booming voice called out over the airport's large speakers.

"Electronic checking stations for Northwest airlines have just been brought back online," the voice stated calmly, "We are sorry for the inconvenience and we thank you for your patience. Have a nice day."

A strange sort of silence settled over the five long lines of people. Eyes darted to and fro, each watching and waiting. Then all hell broke lose. Mothers were dragging their children behind them, husbands were pushing their wives and within seconds the lines were gone leaving the short girl with long brown hair with a clear path to the human checkers standing only fifteen or so feet in front of her.

With a small sigh she hoisted up her shoulder bag and lifted her small suitcase. She was nervous about the trip but excited too. The thought of taking in all of the sights and sounds of London was an attractive one. It's too bad the circumstances aren't better, she thought to herself sadly. The reading of a will is never a happy event and not something one usually looks forward to. This girl surely wasn't looking forward to it, even if it was for some long lost relative she'd never met.

"Driver's license please," the middle-aged man behind the counter requested cheerfully, most likely happier than anyone that the electronic checkers were working once again.

The young girl pulled out her license and handed it to the man. He typed a few things into the computer sitting to his left and within minutes he was handing her a boarding pass. She took the pass and slowly stepped away from the counter.

"Excuse me!" the man behind the counter suddenly called out, "Miss Dumbledore, you forgot your license!"

The girl turned around and walked swiftly toward the counter. She smiled at the man as he passed her license. "Thanks," she replied happily, "I'd forget my own head if it wasn't held on with chewing gum and Popsicle sticks." The man chuckled softly and waved to her as she left once again.

Later that night, as the man lay in bed, he recounted the story to his wife, who questioned him as to why he had remembered such a small thing. After all, people forget their licenses all the time. But it wasn't what she had forgotten that stuck in his memory, it was her eyes, they had been such a bright blue that he could almost swear they had twinkled.



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story just popped into my head while I was working. I'm not quite sure where it's going yet but it will definitely be much lighter than my other series. Most of the story will be from Harry's point of view.