Summary: A normally quiet dinner with some shocking news.
Date: March 10, 3021 A.D.
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"Merlin's sagging balls! Harry, where have you been?" A scowling Teddy and a starving Charlie awaits him in front of the grand Fasano Hotel. Those two eyed the sheepish-looking raven furiously with their scathing glares who made it in the rendezvous twenty minutes later than they'd mutually agreed.
He woke up tired, sore, and sated. Harry found himself beneath a pile of crumpled clothes with a freshly showered Hispanic male staring at him. A few traces of confusion were visible on his gaze that eventually ended up to a saddened face.
The man looked disappointed. Harry had to wince over the sight of him tilting his head before Enrique sported a deliberated smile reassuring him that it's okay.
"Sorry, my watch got smashed." He claimed.
Teddy rolls his eyes. "The tempus charm was invented since prehistoric times, Harry."
He tried to ignore the snide remark by lifting his chin higher, "A Lord is never late." He drawled with pride. "You just came in too early."
"But – but!"
"Look what I brought you guys."
"Hey! Is that an orbuculum?"
"Yup."
"Cool! Where did you get it?" Teddy asks.
"From a shop nearby when I was walking around."
"Blimey, Harry! I've been looking for something like this for ages. Thanks!" The cobalt-haired young man was bouncing happily when he takes the small crystal ball out of the tote bag his godfather handed him.
A nasty grin flickers on the brunet's cheeks. Just like that and they'd totally forgotten his slothfulness. He shakes his head. Bribing works effectively on these gits as always.
"Harry, dear… why of all stuff? You brought me a stripper's costume?" Charlie stretches the ultra-thin black leather boxer shorts shamelessly in the air until passersby notice it and looked away, highly mortified over the obscenity happening before their eyes.
"I liked it." The man flung his arms across his shoulders. "You were the first person that came through my mind when I first saw it." Had it been a different case, the ginger-haired guy could've found it romantic.
Harry's fingers trailing downwards lingering over that growing bulge in between Charlie's thighs had caused steam to rise and come out of the man's ears. Those red-rosed rings showing around his irises indicating arousal are staring lustfully at him.
Oh, Mordred! He had just finished off with two coition but for some reason, he found himself starving.
Finally, the mini-scene the trio had caused among themselves was interrupted by the approaching receptionist.
"Good evening, sirs. Welcome to Fasano. Do you have a reservation for tonight?" He asks them politely.
Getting the hint as a queue, Harry stands up straight to face the new-comer. "Yes. For Hadrian Evans Potter-Black – penthouse for three, I believe."
"Ahh, yes." He scans through the address book in his hand after sliding his fingers through it in search of their names, and when he did, he looked up and smiles at them, saying, "follow me."
Dinner came out as a decent affair with pretty much talking and amusement. Teddy was regaling Harry about his Uncle Charlie dragging the lifeguard into the washrooms while his hands are busy peeling off the shells of his grilled lobsters. Charlie can only scowl at him muttering names like 'twats' or 'gits' under his breath while Harry seems enjoying himself listening to his godson's story over his roasted chili prawns.
It was a lovely evening. The sky is clear and the night is cool. There are only a bunch of people around that added to the serenity of the place. Harry takes in a good amount of air in his lungs as he looked around, savoring the marvelous view of the city with his fourth glass of Merlot in one hand. It's a perfect night until an owl arrives with a mail clutched in its claws landing on their table, scaring the hell out of the hotel staff members.
"Who sent it?" Teddy asks, peering over his shoulder.
"It's from our scouts. They brought some news." Harry takes his card and hands it over for their bill and then stands up, Charlie and Teddy trotting behind him. They scurried their way back to the hotel dodging the crowd before them where two of his men are waiting.
They found Tom in the living room in his usual bored look. "Your fluffheads are waiting for you in the sitting room," he drawled in his seat.
Ignoring the way his sneering cat regards his sentries, Harry proceeds to the direction he pointed them at. Two young blokes stood on high alert by the fireplace, arms resting on their sides.
"Hector, Rafael." He addresses them.
Both men tilted their heads in greeting. At a height of no less than 6'7 feet, they were head higher than most people anyone would consider tall. One of the qualities that make them stand out among the others being pure-blooded werewolves.
The first one bends forward to deliver the news. He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the smart expressions of his voice. "My Lord, we found it. They will hold the ritual at a manor ground in Belo Horizonte."
Harry's brows are furrowed after hearing the location he has assigned both boys to locate. He closes his eyes a bit, setting his thoughts to work. It took him less than a minute to collect himself before he ushered everyone to follow him to their hotel room's study.
"This way."