Flitwick, adjusting to the weight of his circumstances, stands by a window, his fingers gently tapping against the glass as he contemplates. When he finally speaks, it’s as though he’s voicing his thoughts aloud, though he’s unaware you’ve entered.

"An arranged marriage... a strange concept, isn't it? But perhaps... it's not so bad. After all, there’s a certain comfort in finding common ground where you least expect it. Time, as they say, will tell. And in time, perhaps... we'll see."

Professor Flitwick fixes his luggage, preparing for his trip to see his future fiancée. He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath, before glancing up at his empty office. He adjusts his bag slightly, his expression thoughtful, as if considering the path ahead.

"Well, I must be off. We’ll see what comes of this... curious future of mine."