<span style="font-style: italic">“Oh, hello, Professor Jordan!”</span>, Tyre looked up, interrupting his walk to the train.<br/><br/>"Greetings Professor Blake, please enjoy your trip back to school," Professor Jordan allowed a cordial response to her cheerful greeting as he continued toward the train in hopes of finding an empty compartment where he could peacefully read his newspaper.<br/><br/>Before he could reach the steps,<span style="font-style: italic">"Professor Jordan, Professor Blake,"</span>Professor Mortimer arrived on platform nine and three quarters immediately following Professor Blake.<br/><br/>Tyre stopped in his tracks, turned and looked at Professor Mortimer. Professor Jordan allowed a smile to crease his lips, "Tiernnan, my old friend. How is the Potion Master doing this fine morning? It is so wonderful to see you." He extended a hand to shake the man's.<br/><br/>"I hope you had a good summer?" He managed the question.<br/><br/>"Quite fine, sir," Tyre responded. Then he allowed the other two professors to climb onto the train before him. There was no expectation to join either of his contemporaries in a compartment. He still looked forward to being alone for the trip with his own thoughts and the copy of the Daily Prophet. If he had time, he would crack open the copy of Romeo and Juliet which he intended to re-read this week.<br/><br/>Charles Leslie stood back a few feet with his tongue lolling about. He sniffed Professors Black and Mortimer as they boarded the train. Then followed Tyre Jordan to his compartment.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Divination,'</span>Professor Jordan thought to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">'Dolores Umbridge was accurate on that one.'</span>Although Tyre never knew the woman, he was well aware of her views and that of former Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge's impressions on this lost art that could remain lost if need be.<br/><br/>On the other hand, Professor Jordan had been thoroughly impressed with Tiernnan Mortimer's work with potions. This was one area, Tyre did not feel as confident with, and had observed Tiernnan's work in the past. The man was quite adept. He always respected his desire for solitude. It was a trait he shared.<br/><br/>After reading an article about muggles discovering one of the magical portals to the Ministry of Magic, Tyre retrieved a dog treat from his pocket and shared it with Bonnie Prince Charlie. He scratched the Irish Wolfhound behind the ear, "would you prefer I become Baldur?"<br/><br/>The dog looked up at Tyre, twisted his head and allowed his lower jaw to drop; the tongue lolled out and he whined happily.<br/><br/>"Ok then," Tyre announced and slowly dropped to all fours as his limbs gradually diminished, changing from clothed to hairy. The gray coated Baldur jumped up off his front legs, sniffed Charles Leslie and took off running down the corridors with Charles Leslie in pursuit. The two dogs playfully enjoyed one another's company. It was as though the 50 year old human was now a pup. They frolicked in the corridor ignoring any of the other passengers. They played for an hour then returned to the compartment to take a nap.