Witch, one? Which one?

Seven missed calls, two women, one motorbike. Happy to win CRAMP!

"Please call me back!"

"That's the seventh call from this number," Hannah said. "And now this message!"

Her husband, Fredrick, looked up from his newspaper. "I don't recognise the voice," he remarked. "Do you?"

"No. What do you think we should do?"

"Tell you what," Fredrick said, folding his newspaper and putting it down on the sofa beside him. He took his phone out of his pocket. "Tell me the number, I'll dial from my phone. I'll take care of whoever it is."

"It's a pretty strange number - I've never heard this combination of digits," Hannah thought, as she dictated the number to her husband.

"Peculiar tone," Fredrick muttered. "Like owls hooting."

Hannah watched as her husband listened to something being said on the phone. She could not hear what it was. Fredrick's eyes opened wide. Then his jaw dropped. Finally, the phone dropped from his nerveless fingers on to the newspaper and he stared straight ahead.

"Darling, darling, what's the matter?" As she ran to his side, Hannah noticed that the call was still on. "Hello?" she shouted, picking up the phone and jamming it to her ear.

"Is that Mrs. Clemens?" came a gruff voice.

"Yes, who is this? What did you tell my husband?"

"Well, Ma'am, this is Hagrid here. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of the Keys and Care of Magical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts School. See, I wouldn't normally phone like this, heck I don't even know how to use this thing properly, but your daughter Maryann should have been on the Hogwarts Express an hour ago, it being the first of September, and the owl I'd sent you came back with her letter still in its beak, so I had to call."

"My daughter - is - a ...."

"Yes, Ma'am, she's a witch. And I've been watching her, Ma'am, she gonna be as good as Hermione Granger, you mark my words. May I come and pick her up now?"

"Pick her up?"

"Yes, Ma'am, on Sirius Black's motorbike. She's missed the train but I'll fly her to Hogsmeade Station in time to join the other first years and me on the traditional boat ride to Hogwarts."

"On one condition," Hannah said.

"What's that, Ma'am?"

"You agree to take a Muggle with you. Maryann can ride behind you and I'll squeeze in the side car. Hogwarts might look like a ruin to me, but I want to ride in the flying bike!"

"It's against the rules, but we got no time to argue, so okay. Where's Maryann?"

It took a while to get Maryann out of the shower, but when they did and she heard the news, she was ready to go in twenty seconds (a real witch!).

It was easy to discern who enjoyed the motorbike ride the most. Hannah squealed with joy non-stop, making Hagrid chuckle and causing her daughter a lot of embarrassment.

"We'll actually be flying over the school to get to Hogsmeade Station," Hagrid told his two passengers, some hours later. "You'll see Hogwarts, Maryann, and you'll see the ruined castle, Hannah."

Mother and daughter peered down.

And then came the loudest squeal of all. "Not a ruin! I see a castle, too!"