A/N: Well, it's not much, but here is another part of this story. I'm sorry it has taken so long, but I've had major writer's block and RL to deal with. I also had no idea I would get this much response for it. Thanks to everyone for reading and reviewing. I hope this little bit will tie you over until I write more. Thanks again.

-April :-)

Chapter 2

Minerva listened as Albus talked to the front desk on the telephone. "I see," he said. "No, that's quite alright. Thank you." He hung up the phone and turned to Minerva. "Looks like there was a mix up in the booking of the room and there aren't any other available rooms. We shall just have to manage, my dear. They did offer us free tickets to their 'Tournament of Kings' show and someone will be bringing up something called a roll-away bed."

"Well that just makes it all better, now doesn't it?" Minerva said crisply.

Albus shook his head and smiled. "Now, now, my dear, no need to be snippy. We will make do."

"Humpf, I suppose. I still think they should have tried a little harder to rectify the situation."

In the meantime, Albus took out one of their many pamphlets and searched for what to do first. "What shall we do first, my dear?" Albus' stomach let out a rather loud growl. "Perhaps we should get something to eat. Now, where to go?" He hummed to himself as he perused a list of restaurants. "There are certainly plenty of choices. What sort of food would you like?"

Minerva, who had been unpacking, paused to think about. "I wouldn't mind some pasta."

"Pasta? I was hoping you'd say seafood. Wait a minute! I have the perfect solution: Carnival World Buffet. It says they prepare more than 300 dishes a day from different parts of the world. You can have Italian and I can have seafood."

She nodded her head in approval and placed the last of her wardrobe in the closet. "Is it in the hotel?"

Albus opened the brochure and checked. "No, it's inside another hotel further up the Strip, the Rio. Just a taxi ride away."

Minerva's faced paled. "You mean we have to get in one those blasted things again! Are you daft? We nearly collided with three other taxis."

That last thing he said before they headed out the door was, "We'll be fine."

She wasn't sure how it happened, but at some point during the taxi ride, Minerva had managed to find Albus' hand with her own and had kept a death grip on it the entire way. How these people were approved to get behind the wheel was beyond her. They did make it to the Rio in relatively one piece, however, and Minerva apologized for squeezing the life out of his hand. He shook it off with a smile and a trademark twinkle in his eye.

"Don't worry, Minerva, you know my hand is always available to you should you need to hold it."

She didn't know quite what to make of his comment, but it made butterflies suddenly appear in her stomach. Albus offered her his arm and together they entered the front doors of the Rio Hotel.

Minerva was actually quite impressed with the array of foods offered at the buffet. She had never seen that much food not prepared by house-elves and knew that it must take a large cooking staff working around the clock to make all these dishes. After a highly satisfying lunch- Albus filled his plate up at least four times- they took out the brochure to plan their next stop.

"How about Madam Tussauds Wax Museum? I know there's one in London, but I've never been there. Have you?" Minerva asked.

Albus leaned over to look at the description. "Hmmm, I've never been there either. Sounds like fun."

"Oh and it's located right next to the Venetian! I would love to have a look at their art gallery."

"Then you shall, my dear!"

As they exited the hotel, Minerva slowed down as she eyed the row of waiting taxicabs. "Albus, please don't make me get in one of those, I'm liable to lose my lunch."

Albus looked around for any alternative and spotted a young man in a rather tight bodysuit sitting astride a bicycle. There appeared to be some sort of buggy attached to it. "I believe our chariot awaits, my lady." Before she could ask any questions, Albus pulled her in his direction. "Good day, young man! Could you take us to Madam Tussauds Wax Museum?"

The man smiled broadly. "Not a problem, sir. Hop on in!"

Minerva was very grateful that they didn't take another taxi. This ride went much smoother, though she worried that the young man would pass out from pulling both their weight in this heat, but he seemed to be fine. He let them out in front of the Venetian Hotel and Albus paid him for his trouble. He thought that he was getting rather good at this tipping thing. Albus turned to speak to Minerva and noticed her staring up at the hotel. Her hair fluttered in the slight breeze and her lips were upturned in a tiny smile. Albus thought she looked enchanting and fought the urge to put his arm around her.

"Would you like to see the art gallery first?" he asked.

"If you don't mind, Albus."

"Of course not, anything for you, my dear." Albus offered her his arm and they made their way into the Venetian. His behavior was puzzling Minerva more and more, but she was enjoying his attentions nonetheless.

They spent about an hour in the Venetian's Guggenheim Hermitage Museum. Minerva could spend countless hours gazing at all the beautiful paintings, but she knew Albus could only take so much fine art. So at around two in the afternoon, they hit up Madame Tussauds Wax Museum.