Good. End of argument. But you know, that's what Treyen was talking about, because she could be influencing people to be sad by simply talking about summer.

Yeah, never mind.

A half-blood boy, who was pretty much raised seeing a lot of the Wizarding world and little of the Muggle one was bound not to know about Dumbo.

Dumbo, huh? It would be an understatement to say that the boy's face was a complete mixture of confusion and wonder. He was beyond confusion and wonder. Muggles were so inventive, weren't they? "I've never seen an elephant fly...nor dragons either, but it sounds as if the Muggles got that story from seeing one of our creatures do so, no?" his tone was a chipper one for sure, because Melanie's mood was improving. "Timothy sounds more interesting than Dumbo, though." it sounded like a movie he wouldn't watch, but he'll try to do so just for the mouse.

Now we're talking! "You know, Melanie, it doesn't really matter how fun the means of transportation are..." and sometimes Treyen sounded smart, "...but what you do when you arrive." he thought planes were fun, but not everyone thought so. "But I guess making the journey fun is a plus." soooo, no brooms. Those were for Quidditch and for running away from creepy flying creatures, like flying elephants.

And then...

...beam. Treyen was beaming. The reason? Ha, Fletcher said he was right. Take that Melanie!

But, hold it. The boy blinked, blinked, blinked. Diagon Alley? Fletcher was going to be working at..."Gringotts?! That's brilliant!" Goblins weren't the bright side, but it was sooooo awesome. Awesome, like Fletcher. His eyes lit up, "Of course! We'll go." and then he eyed Melanie, "Er, well, I'll go." it's not like he was going the same day she was, right? If her summer had been fun, then he'd have no problem, but he wasn't meeting her to hear her complain.

"Do you know what you'll be doing, Sir Fletcher?" he asked, and his eyes flickered between the Durmstrang girl and Fletcher. Visitations were going to be plenty, no?