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Paris. The most amazing place she had ever been. Only just arrived in the city via floo powder, Virginia Weasley was already going through sensory overload. The sights, the sounds, the smells, the people... It was all so much to take in.
Walking along the street to her hotel from the French Ministry of Magic Headquarters where she had flooed to, Ginny felt her eyes traveling everywhere at once, eager to take in everything. She walked as though in a trance, twin pools of deep, warm chocolate hue wide and sparkling in silent wonder.
She reached her hotel shortly, a fairly small building of ancient looking stonework in an older looking part of the city. Checking the name of the hotel with the slip of paper held in her hand, Ginny nodded once to herself in confirmation that she was in the right place, and pushed open the door of the hotel.
The inside of the building was the exact opposite of the outside. Where the exterior was old and worn, everything in the hotel lobby was brand new leather and shining chrome. Where the exterior was grungy, the inside was as sterile looking as a hospital.
Ginny sighed softly. What could one expect of a muggle hotel?
She approached the front desk slowly, her small carryall bag slung over her shoulder. The woman behind the marble and chrome desk was using the telephone, and the short wait gave Ginny more time to analyze her surroundings.
There were no fewer than four elevators on the far wall of the vast lobby, their silver doors glinting in the fluorescent lighting. A small gift shop, no doubt way overpriced and selling nothing but junk was situated in a corner of the foyer, and a pair of double doors – one of which was open – lead to the hotel restaurant. A fountain of marble was surrounded by sleek, black leather couches and armchairs, and small glass-topped side tables were scattered here and there between them.
She returned her attention to the front desk, just as the woman behind it hung up the phone.
"Est-ce que je peux vous aider?"
"Oui, je suis ici pour vérifier dans ma salle." Ginny replied in fluent French.
"Nom?"
"Virginia Weasley."
"Très bien Madame Weasley. Vous êtes dans la chambre No. 367, sur le troisième plancher. Svp signe ici."
"Merci. *" Ginny signed the proffered slip of paper, her loopy signature barely fitting into the small space. Taking the key the receptionist slid across the desk, Ginny nodded her thanks once again, and made her way towards the elevators.
A manicured finger punched the 'up' button, and immediately, one set of elevator doors slid open. Entering the lift, Ginny pressed the button for the third floor, and began her ascent.
She reached the third floor without incident, and slid the automated room key into the slot on the door of room 367. The light wooden door opened easily with her push, and soon Ginny had flopped on the double bed in the room, leaving the door open behind her to get rid of some of the stuffiness of a room whose door has been closed too long. Her head hanging upside down off the edge of the bed so auburn tresses pooled slightly on the carpet, she had a clear view of the hallway outside her room.
He walked along the hallway slowly, hating every step he took. Muggles. Disgusting creatures that deserved to be wiped from the face of the Earth.
He counted off in a murmur the rooms he passed on his way to his own; "three-sixty-five, three-sixty-six, three-sixty-sev-"The door to room three hundred and sixty seven was open. He peered in causally, curious as to why someone would leave their door open in a hotel. It was, after all, as though the occupants were begging for someone to look inside.
What he saw was a redheaded girl, sixteen years old, laying with her head hanging from the edge of the mattress, staring out into the hallway as her face turned a slow shade of crimson. He also noted that, with the way she was laying, he could see quite clearly down the front of her tee shirt. Apparently, she was well endowed in the chest area.
His eyes opened wider as he recognized the teenage witch.
Her eyes opened wider as she recognized the wizard standing in front of her door, staring at her.
"What're you doing here?" They inquired of one another at precisely the same moment.
A/N: Muahahahahaha! I feel like being evil and ending the chapter here. No worries, though. You'll find out who he is in the next chapter. But I think it might be kind of obvious – I shall have to work at being more subtle.
*The conversation between Ginny and the Receptionist went as follows:
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, I am here to check into my room."
"Name?"
"Virginia Weasley."
"Very well, Madam Weasley. You are in room number 367, on the third floor. Please sign here."
"Thank you."
Paris. The most amazing place she had ever been. Only just arrived in the city via floo powder, Virginia Weasley was already going through sensory overload. The sights, the sounds, the smells, the people... It was all so much to take in.
Walking along the street to her hotel from the French Ministry of Magic Headquarters where she had flooed to, Ginny felt her eyes traveling everywhere at once, eager to take in everything. She walked as though in a trance, twin pools of deep, warm chocolate hue wide and sparkling in silent wonder.
She reached her hotel shortly, a fairly small building of ancient looking stonework in an older looking part of the city. Checking the name of the hotel with the slip of paper held in her hand, Ginny nodded once to herself in confirmation that she was in the right place, and pushed open the door of the hotel.
The inside of the building was the exact opposite of the outside. Where the exterior was old and worn, everything in the hotel lobby was brand new leather and shining chrome. Where the exterior was grungy, the inside was as sterile looking as a hospital.
Ginny sighed softly. What could one expect of a muggle hotel?
She approached the front desk slowly, her small carryall bag slung over her shoulder. The woman behind the marble and chrome desk was using the telephone, and the short wait gave Ginny more time to analyze her surroundings.
There were no fewer than four elevators on the far wall of the vast lobby, their silver doors glinting in the fluorescent lighting. A small gift shop, no doubt way overpriced and selling nothing but junk was situated in a corner of the foyer, and a pair of double doors – one of which was open – lead to the hotel restaurant. A fountain of marble was surrounded by sleek, black leather couches and armchairs, and small glass-topped side tables were scattered here and there between them.
She returned her attention to the front desk, just as the woman behind it hung up the phone.
"Est-ce que je peux vous aider?"
"Oui, je suis ici pour vérifier dans ma salle." Ginny replied in fluent French.
"Nom?"
"Virginia Weasley."
"Très bien Madame Weasley. Vous êtes dans la chambre No. 367, sur le troisième plancher. Svp signe ici."
"Merci. *" Ginny signed the proffered slip of paper, her loopy signature barely fitting into the small space. Taking the key the receptionist slid across the desk, Ginny nodded her thanks once again, and made her way towards the elevators.
A manicured finger punched the 'up' button, and immediately, one set of elevator doors slid open. Entering the lift, Ginny pressed the button for the third floor, and began her ascent.
She reached the third floor without incident, and slid the automated room key into the slot on the door of room 367. The light wooden door opened easily with her push, and soon Ginny had flopped on the double bed in the room, leaving the door open behind her to get rid of some of the stuffiness of a room whose door has been closed too long. Her head hanging upside down off the edge of the bed so auburn tresses pooled slightly on the carpet, she had a clear view of the hallway outside her room.
He walked along the hallway slowly, hating every step he took. Muggles. Disgusting creatures that deserved to be wiped from the face of the Earth.
He counted off in a murmur the rooms he passed on his way to his own; "three-sixty-five, three-sixty-six, three-sixty-sev-"The door to room three hundred and sixty seven was open. He peered in causally, curious as to why someone would leave their door open in a hotel. It was, after all, as though the occupants were begging for someone to look inside.
What he saw was a redheaded girl, sixteen years old, laying with her head hanging from the edge of the mattress, staring out into the hallway as her face turned a slow shade of crimson. He also noted that, with the way she was laying, he could see quite clearly down the front of her tee shirt. Apparently, she was well endowed in the chest area.
His eyes opened wider as he recognized the teenage witch.
Her eyes opened wider as she recognized the wizard standing in front of her door, staring at her.
"What're you doing here?" They inquired of one another at precisely the same moment.
A/N: Muahahahahaha! I feel like being evil and ending the chapter here. No worries, though. You'll find out who he is in the next chapter. But I think it might be kind of obvious – I shall have to work at being more subtle.
*The conversation between Ginny and the Receptionist went as follows:
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, I am here to check into my room."
"Name?"
"Virginia Weasley."
"Very well, Madam Weasley. You are in room number 367, on the third floor. Please sign here."
"Thank you."