Chapter 77.2- Doom Days

“Why didn’t you mention that we had company?” I heard her voice say next, not sounding all that bothered at least.

“I’m so sorry, Mrs Flamel” I said, eyes still covered.

“Oh worry not, my boy. Nothing all that special. You can open your eyes” She said, and I did so, only to see that she was still naked.

“Uhh, you’re still…” I tried to say, while averting my eyes very pointedly.

“I am aware. It’s just a body, boy. Must the British be so prudish?”

“Remember how red Albus got the first time he saw you gardening?” Nicholas asked, and then the pair of them began laughing. Okay then, Prenelle Flamel is some sort of nudist, I noted down for later and left it at that.

“Like I could ever forget. I don’t think he could look me in the eyes for a whole year.” She said.

“Let’s hope Harry here is not so affected”

“I won’t be. Pardon my reaction, Mrs Flamel. Was just a bit shocked, is all” I said, looking over and pointedly meeting her eyes. Partly to make it clear that I was no Dumbledore, and mostly because I doubted it would be all too polite to look anywhere else considering her present state of dress….or lack thereof.

“Lovely. Now, Nicholas about the packing…” She said, turning away from me.

“I’ll get on it in a minute, my dear. I just want to hammer things out with Harry first.”

“He’s said yes, surely? What else is there?”

“Not yet, mon amour”

“Truly? Is he touched in the head? Perhaps something from the duel with Julian? He does look a bit flushed” And then she was walking closer, hand reaching for my forehead. I had to consciously restrain myself from slapping it away. It wouldn’t do to upset the immortal duo in their territory.

“I’m fine, Mrs Flamel,” I said, trying to ignore the boob in my face.

“Then what is the delay for? People kill for this, you know?”

“I do. But I just want to make sure I’m getting the best deal. I need to know what an apprenticeship with Nicholas Flamel entails and what will be expected from me” I said.

She straightened up then. “Well, fair enough. I’ll go pour you both some wine while you discuss that. And if you’re negotiating, make sure to push as much as you can. He’ll hem and haw, but he secretly loves being pushed in negotiations” She leaned back in towards my ears for the latter half of the sentence before turning and walking away. A sight that I did my best to ignore.

“So what do you want to know Mr. Potter?”

“Just what I said earlier. What does it mean to be your apprentice? Because it might disappoint you to find out, but I have little interest in alchemy at this point in my life” I started.

“Well, if I was prophesied to fight a dark lord then I wouldn’t be all that interested in alchemy either” He said with a chuckle. Of course he knew about the prophecy. I contemplated feigning ignorance, but gave it up as a lost cause. If he went spilling to Dumbledore, I’d just say Sirius told me or something.