Planes, Trains, and Flying Carpets: #44 Ford Anglia

Dawlish and Proudfoot took notes. Savage scowled. Tonks merely stared at a portrait on the wall, trying to get the little man to pull his finger out of his nose. He was shameless, however, and Tonks finally gave up in disgust, turning back to Dumbledore’s briefing.

“… And you’ll be expected to be there to meet the trains. Obviously some of the students manage to arrive via other methods.” Dumbledore chuckled. “I’m reminded specifically of Betsy Cauldwell who stole a magic carpet in ’86. And of course, the Ford Anglia.”

Tonks blinked at him, sure she’s misunderstood. “The what, sir?”