Chapter 24.5- Doom Days

 From the crisp French being exchanged all around me, I figured that we were now in Geneva. The terminal here was far more active. People were appearing every other minute. We were ushered off our spot, and another group of travelers appeared.

The person that had welcomed us, a woman, scanned our tickets against some sort of ledger and then nodded before waving us away. I nodded and walked, searching for someone to ask directions.

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“Sirius! Run they’ve caught us” I screamed at the top of my voice. I took more pleasure than I could ever convey from the way the sleeping man jumped off the bed, trying to grab a hold of the wand on the dresser, and then spilling it on to the floor. He fell, joining it there before he was on his feet with the wand pointed at my direction. His wide eyes just made me burst into laughter.

“That’s not funny, Harry”

“You should have seen your face” I said, still wheezing.

“I’ll have my revenge, Potter” he said.

“Later. Now get up, we have to get going. Session begins at 9, and we need to be seated at the Supplicant’s row before then” I said, as I walked out of his room and back to mine.

We’d gotten rooms in a muggle hotel. Even if Geneva didn’t have an express extradition agreement with magical Britain, it was best to not incite a panic or for some Englishman to get ideas far beyond their station. At the ICW complex, it would be much more fine to have him out and about. Using offensive magic within those halls was strictly forbidden, so no one would be arresting him.

I entered my room and smiled at it. This was the kind of luxury I was used to. The magical world had its charms and curiosities, but it lost out when it came to comfort. I ordered room service even as I used my standard series of spells to ensure I looked and felt fresh and ready for the day. A knock at my door twenty minutes later signaled the arrival of my full English breakfast. I had the meal just in time for Sirius to walk in. His robes fit him well, and he looked presentable. Dare I say it, he looked handsome in fact.

His beard was neatly trimmed, his hair was combed and presentable, and he was clean. It was a wonder how those three things had turned the man from a raggedy rogue to a semi-handsome fellow. Sure, he was still on the gaunt side, but that was nothing that wouldn’t be fixed in time. He didn’t look like an insane mass murderer, and that was enough for me. I waved my wand over him, using a glamour to take on the appearances that we had last night when we booked the rooms. Another wave of my wand shrunk my box- something I could only do now that there wasn’t a living magical within the enhanced space- and pocketed it.