They caught a taxi from King's cross and David collaspsed inexhaustion in the taxi.
When they got there, he was still semi-comatose so his Grandmother magicked him to feather lightness and took him and his duffel bag into the unassuming interior of the Leaky Cauldron.
She greeted Tom, the toothless innkeeper, with a grin and a word between two old friemds.
"Well, thats my grandson!" She proclaimed proudly.
"So he is, so he is." Said Tom in an agreeable manner,"I have two rooms available,
lucky for you. Shall I get you set up?"
"Thanks, Tom," Isabella said greatfully.
After Tom had helped her lug everyhing upstairs, including her nigh-unconcious grandson,
She put first David and then herself to bed, and dreamed beautiful dreams of how she finally had a child with MAGIC.
The next morning, at about half past eleven, David was roused from his well needed sleep by the pleasant sound of the hussle and bussle of business from directly below his room.
WHERE AM I?
The thought drifted across his sleepy mind and he uddenly sat bolt upright, memories flooding into his head. Sheldon. Hogwarts. Squib. Train. GRANDMOTHER.
Just as the last thought crossed his mind, Isabella Cohen herself breezed into the room.
"Better, I trust?" She said without preamble.
"Much!" He replied, and realised it was true. Not even a trace of his bruises remained.
He put a hand to his cut lip and felt that it was healed. "Pleasure." Said Isabella.
"Th-Thanks
When they got there, he was still semi-comatose so his Grandmother magicked him to feather lightness and took him and his duffel bag into the unassuming interior of the Leaky Cauldron.
She greeted Tom, the toothless innkeeper, with a grin and a word between two old friemds.
"Well, thats my grandson!" She proclaimed proudly.
"So he is, so he is." Said Tom in an agreeable manner,"I have two rooms available,
lucky for you. Shall I get you set up?"
"Thanks, Tom," Isabella said greatfully.
After Tom had helped her lug everyhing upstairs, including her nigh-unconcious grandson,
She put first David and then herself to bed, and dreamed beautiful dreams of how she finally had a child with MAGIC.
The next morning, at about half past eleven, David was roused from his well needed sleep by the pleasant sound of the hussle and bussle of business from directly below his room.
WHERE AM I?
The thought drifted across his sleepy mind and he uddenly sat bolt upright, memories flooding into his head. Sheldon. Hogwarts. Squib. Train. GRANDMOTHER.
Just as the last thought crossed his mind, Isabella Cohen herself breezed into the room.
"Better, I trust?" She said without preamble.
"Much!" He replied, and realised it was true. Not even a trace of his bruises remained.
He put a hand to his cut lip and felt that it was healed. "Pleasure." Said Isabella.
"Th-Thanks