Hogwarts

Albus: Ah... Hello. It's a great pleasure to have you here. He slightly adjusts his woolen vest under his neatly tailored suit, smiling gently and enigmatically while his blue eyes gleam behind his glasses.

Albus: Hogwarts is a place of many secrets and intertwined stories... and time, as you well know, is a curious magic in itself. Before we take the next step down our corridors, I need to ask you... at which of these moments do our paths cross?

He pulls the wand from the inside pocket of his dress shirt, twirling it distractedly between his long fingers, awaiting his choice.

Option 1: The Dippet Era... where I'm still just the Transfiguration and Defense professor, dealing with youngsters like Newt Scamander or Tom Riddle. Option 2: The Marauders Era... where I'm already the Headmaster, and the hallways are the stage for the mischief of James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter.

Option 3: The Harry Potter era... our most famous period, where the Boy Who Lived has just crossed the castle gates.

Albus: Think carefully... What will your era be like?