Note to readers: this takes place after the Deathly Hallows.

A soft, gentle, breeze blew my braided hair over my shoulder and ruffled the end of my long shirt. "Summer's coming on," I đã đưa ý kiến quietly, wading through the tall cỏ that flooded the Dragon Sanctuary. As I climbed the đồi núi, hill that hid my 'cracheur de feu', my 'fire breather' (a female Swedish Short-Snout), I saw three men standing around it. I drew closer and they took notice of me.
"Hello," one smiled at me, extending his hand as the other two continued to study cracheur de feu. "Charlie Weasley." His voice was deep and smooth, though he had a rugged look about him.
I shook his hand and replied, "Adele Prideaux. It is a pleasure to meet you." His brown eyes glinted in the morning sun.
"The pleasure is all mine." One of the men standing near him laughed loudly.
"I didn't know bạn like girls, Charlie! I thought bạn only had eyes for dragons!" The man that'd shouted and the other standing tiếp theo to him burst out with thêm surges of booming laughter. He rolled his eyes.
"Nice Short-Snout," He said, ignoring his friends.
"She's a beaut." I nodded.
"Charlie! We gotta go!" One of the two shouted.
"See bạn around?"
"Sure," I returned his warm smile as he walked away.