"Oi!" Stan grinned at the beautiful young woman who had boarded the Knight Bus. "Where to, miss?"

"Gringotts," she said. She had a beautiful accent. Soft, and mysterious, and somehow... blonde.

"Gringotts it is. Normaly," Stan said, "it'd cost money, but fer a lady as pretty as you--inee she, Ern?--fer you, it's free."

"You are very kind," the woman said. "What is your name?"

"Stan. Stan Shunpike. Of the Cotswald Shunpikes, I am. My. My father, e's a duke, inee, Ern?, and I'm a lord, Lord Stan."

"Of course you are. You are very sweet, Stanlee."

"Jes' Stan, miss. And, er, 'oo are you, if you don't min' my askin'?"

"Fleur. Fleur Delacour."

"Well, here you are, Miss Delacurr. Gringotts."

Miss Delacour smiled graciously at him as he helped her off the bus. "Thank you," she murmured.

Later, Stan would tell his mates her smile took his breath away.

"Yeah," Nigel said, "but her body, Stan. Was she stacked?"

"Like a brickhouse," Stan said. He sighed dreamily.

Nigel and Jerry grinned at each other--looked like Stan had gotten lucky at last.

"I'll never ferget 'er," Stan said.

"Course not," said Jerry. He bought Stan another beer, and let him ramble.

"Young love," he told his old lady that night, "ain't nothin' like it."

Maggie raised an eyebrow. "You tryin' to sweet talk me, Jerry Edmonds?"

"Nah," he said, giving her a squeeze. "Don' need to, do I. Nah, it's Stan. Got himself a girl, he has."

"That's nice. Maybe he'll settle down, now."

"Maybe. From what he says, she was all over him, anyway."

"Did he tell you her name?"

"Something froggish, I ferget."

"That's nice. There's a new French lady working at Gringott's, you know. Very polite. That nice young Bill Weasley is sweet on her."

"Maybe she knows Stan's girl."

Maggie laughed. "I doubt it."