Chapter 29.2- Doom Days

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“I don’t like it” I said when Sirius turned to me to get my opinion and I could see the way the Greek witch showing us around flared up. The Manor, for what else could something this massive be, was beautiful and artistically designed but the problems weren’t limited to the fact that it was soulless. No. It was even worse than that. It was boring. It was also far too much space for two men who didn’t have a house elf. Cleaning charms were handy, but keeping something like this running could be a full time job, and that I said as much.

“Besides, we’re in the mediterranean, why would we live somewhere that looks like it would be right at home on the Scottish mountains” I concluded.

“Pretty much exactly what I was thinking. Alright then. So do you have something a bit more mediterranean, Callista?” Sirius asked, stepping closer to her and winking. The man was an insatiable flirt, and this real estate agent— a representative of Constantinople’s Dwarvish bank— was more than willing to put up with and even encourage him.

“Well, I do have something that might fit the bill, but I’ll warn you, its a fair bit out of your price range” She said with a finger on her chin in what she must have felt was a coy manner.

“Out of my price range? Preposterous. I’m Sirius Black, madame. Show it to us” Sirius said with a hearty laugh. He was also good at playing along.

“Of course.” She said, ushering them outside to the Hippogriff drawn carriage. She whispered some words to the driver and then they were off.

They all trooped into the expanded space and Callista passed around another set of glasses. This entire thing was like one long party. From my first life, I knew what it could be like to be wined and dined while property viewing, but it was still a surprise to note that the wizarding world had something of the sort.

“What you should know before we get there is that the property is not a standalone like this one, with neighbors and the like. The property stands on an island that comes with it, so you’ll be both buying a house and an island at the same time” She started.

“And who used to own it?” Sirius asked. More than in the muggle world, the previous owners of a property mattered here. Most wizarding families built for precisely that reasoning. Curses could seep into buildings, and while there were a few purification rituals that were more or less standard practice, they weren’t foolproof.