“Well,” Monty replied, “about a couple of thousand galleons - give or take importing, charms - which model you wanted to buy. We personalise the cars, preferably.” He shrugged a little, turning the wheel and climbing the car up into the air above the reservoir. “And I’m sure I can get you an audience with one or two - I mean there’s less of them over here, pet, but they’d be more persuasive. Only best to be careful how you go, stop the Muggle Artefacts office knocking on their doors.” Monty warned, changing gear as they gained more height and speed.
“Now, tell you what, we’ll head back and have a look at the bike. Catherine will be home sometime in the next hour see, don’t want to get us both in trouble.” He winked, and turned the car south, towards home.
End