The incessant raining outside was typical for a London summer day. Those who could, stayed home. However those who had to work went out with their umbrellas in shades of black or gray, blending with the monochromatic tone of the city. It was depressing in a sort of way, no color at all. But one single man could be distinguished from the crowd. The way he carried himself was unique. His eyes had a hint of precious, like blue quartz, found in jewelry stores, and seemed to carry answers to all questions. His attitude was proud and a soft melody quietly left his lips. He was heading to an old looking building; with the paint on the front walls peeling off and the front sign stating the name of the establishment, was being cleared after the years passed. He gave a few knocks on the wooden door and waited. Soon enough, a lady appeared. Her hair was a rich brown, with some gray popping up here and there, her face marked with some expression lines and her brown eyes carefully evaluating the man standing in the small front steps.

"Well, good morning sir, how can I help you?" She said, wiping her hands on her apron.
"Good morning Mistress...?" His voice was gentle, but contained a hint of amusement.
"Cole." She answered.
"Mrs. Cole, it is a pleasure. I would like to talk with you, if that's possible, about two of your children." He said calmly, taking his hat off. Her eyes went wide for a few seconds, full of surprise.
"O-of course. Why don't you come in?" She ushered him inside, closing the door after. After all, it was a rare thing someone with any interest on the children appear. Sounds of laughter, yelling and cries of children filled the men ears, making him smile and a twinkle of amusement glinted on his eyes. "Would you like some tea, mister...?"
"Oh, forgive me for my forgetfulness." He chuckled a little. "My name is Dumbledore Mrs., Albus Dumbledore at your service."
"Well, let's go then. With this weather, it is possible that the tea will be frozen when we get to the office." She said practically dragging him through the room. Two children playing in the corner did not go unnoticed by him; much less he slipped to them. They both sat there, watching the strange man walk further in Mrs. Cole office, their toys lying forgotten on the floor. Before the door was closed the man smiled at them and his little blue eyes twinkled again. The boy found this weird, and made a disgusted sound.
"Who do you think he is Tommy?" The girl, with a head full of black curls and a pair of crystal blue eyes, asked to the boy beside her. His focus, which was still on the closed door as if trying to see beyond the wood, turned to her. His own eyes were just a little bit darker than hers. "I think he came for us Tommy." She said. He smiled to her, putting his hand on her cheek, his eyes gaining some light when looking at her.
"I think that too." He picked up his old toy car. "But no one will ever turn us apart sister, not even this old lad." He said. She nodded, turning her eyes away from his. But the felling she had, was still there. A strange feeling that had being on her heart since she woke up that morning.
"He will try Tom." He was surprised she used his full name and not his nickname. "I do not know why, but he will." She looked at him again, a smirk playing on her pink lips. "But I don't care, you know... We are twins, and twins never get separated. We will not be the first ones." He smirked to her in return.
"Elize? Thomas?" Mrs. Cole called them from her office, her face showing signs of happiness, and a little smile playing on her lips. They looked at each other before standing up. "There is someone wanting to talk with you both."
"I told you." The girl whispered to her brother while getting up. He gave a low chuckled when Mrs. Cole was not watching, and then offered his arm to his sister. "Thank you." She said while they began to walk.

The little girl had been right when she said that the man came for her and her brother, but she couldn't be more wrong about him separating them. They would know this on a few weeks.