romance chapter. see i told you i'd get around to it eventually!
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Chapter Eighteen
The Golden Wand
The Golden Wand was one of the most prestigious restaurants in Wizarding London. Marble columns with a lotus motif held up the replica of an ancient Egyptian palace. Unlike Hogwarts, the Golden Wand's ceiling always showed a clear starry night with a full moon (or a brilliant blue sky filled with wispy clouds). Everything, right down to the goblets was a replica of Egyptian artefacts. The fanciful gilded columns and hieroglyphics made an interesting contrast to the solid Grecian stylings of Gringotts next door.
"Here. Table for two next Saturday."
"Thanks mate. Maybe I should have become a Quidditch star so I could get reservations at classy restaurants."
"Nah, there needs to be one of to bail us out of jail."
"When are you going to tell Hermione about this?"
"Wednesday. It gives her enough time to plan ahead, but not enough to refuse."
"Good strategy."
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"A very clever plan, get Harry to make reservations, then surprise me. Devious."
Ron pretended to be shocked. "How did you know?" Hermione only chuckled, stirring that French soup she liked so much. "I figured what-the-hell; apparently this is their off-season so getting a table isn't entirely impossible."
Ron poked at his mashed potatoes. Naturally, the food came out of the kitchen far too hot to eat. Oh well, at least the menu here was far more diverse than any muggle restaurant. There weren't many places that served French food next to Chinese food next to… well, whatever it was it looked rather like grubs.
"Maybe one day I'll be able to command a table with the title Minister of Magic." Ron pronounced grandly. Hermione chuckled again. They both knew Ron didn't want a higher position than Minister of Law Enforcement. Anything higher would entail more paperwork than actual work.
"Only if Percy doesn't beat you to it."
"He's welcome to it. He can hardly be worse than Fudge." Ron glared at his potatoes. Hermione nodded sympathetically. She had been fortunate enough to be unconscious for most of the debacle at the Ministry after Voldemort's defeat. She had also adopted a very Zen attitude towards life lately.
"It'll be nice to get Fudge out of the Ministry altogether. He means well, but road to hell and good intentions and all that." Hermione shrugged. "I'm surprised he hasn't 'retired' early already."
Ron began to reply then shut his mouth with a snap.
"What?"
"Barely three sentences into the conversation, and we're talking about work again. Let's talk about something else."
"The weather's been very nice lately."
"Very nice."
"Good weather for magical bank robberies." Hermione smiled impishly.
"Ahem."
"Oh, very well." Hermione glanced around at the décor. "How about Egypt? What's Bill been doing for Gringotts recently?"
"Well, he got promoted, and he finally cut his hair. Mum's still mad because he dyed it black and got a green streak put in it."
"Maybe if he ever gets married he'll get a decent haircut."
"Not at this rate. The promotion was to the Anti-Fraud Dept. He's spending nights and weekends sniffing out fake Galleons for the Ministry."
"Ahh, ahh. You mentioned the Ministry." Hermione waved her fork at him. It was Ron's turn to grin mischievously.
"Okay, how's this, your damn cat leaves fur all over everything."
"He's a cat, that's his purpose in life." This, however, was a conversational dead end, and Hermione smiled as Ron struggle to find another thing to say.
"Oh all right, you win. Let us talk about the Ministry." There was only one thing better than truly loving your job, and that was sharing it with someone you love.
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Fowl-Star: the letter was supposed to be from Harris. i guess it was one of those things that makes sense in your head but doesn't come out right
Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Review, my friend, review.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.
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Chapter Eighteen
The Golden Wand
The Golden Wand was one of the most prestigious restaurants in Wizarding London. Marble columns with a lotus motif held up the replica of an ancient Egyptian palace. Unlike Hogwarts, the Golden Wand's ceiling always showed a clear starry night with a full moon (or a brilliant blue sky filled with wispy clouds). Everything, right down to the goblets was a replica of Egyptian artefacts. The fanciful gilded columns and hieroglyphics made an interesting contrast to the solid Grecian stylings of Gringotts next door.
"Here. Table for two next Saturday."
"Thanks mate. Maybe I should have become a Quidditch star so I could get reservations at classy restaurants."
"Nah, there needs to be one of to bail us out of jail."
"When are you going to tell Hermione about this?"
"Wednesday. It gives her enough time to plan ahead, but not enough to refuse."
"Good strategy."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"A very clever plan, get Harry to make reservations, then surprise me. Devious."
Ron pretended to be shocked. "How did you know?" Hermione only chuckled, stirring that French soup she liked so much. "I figured what-the-hell; apparently this is their off-season so getting a table isn't entirely impossible."
Ron poked at his mashed potatoes. Naturally, the food came out of the kitchen far too hot to eat. Oh well, at least the menu here was far more diverse than any muggle restaurant. There weren't many places that served French food next to Chinese food next to… well, whatever it was it looked rather like grubs.
"Maybe one day I'll be able to command a table with the title Minister of Magic." Ron pronounced grandly. Hermione chuckled again. They both knew Ron didn't want a higher position than Minister of Law Enforcement. Anything higher would entail more paperwork than actual work.
"Only if Percy doesn't beat you to it."
"He's welcome to it. He can hardly be worse than Fudge." Ron glared at his potatoes. Hermione nodded sympathetically. She had been fortunate enough to be unconscious for most of the debacle at the Ministry after Voldemort's defeat. She had also adopted a very Zen attitude towards life lately.
"It'll be nice to get Fudge out of the Ministry altogether. He means well, but road to hell and good intentions and all that." Hermione shrugged. "I'm surprised he hasn't 'retired' early already."
Ron began to reply then shut his mouth with a snap.
"What?"
"Barely three sentences into the conversation, and we're talking about work again. Let's talk about something else."
"The weather's been very nice lately."
"Very nice."
"Good weather for magical bank robberies." Hermione smiled impishly.
"Ahem."
"Oh, very well." Hermione glanced around at the décor. "How about Egypt? What's Bill been doing for Gringotts recently?"
"Well, he got promoted, and he finally cut his hair. Mum's still mad because he dyed it black and got a green streak put in it."
"Maybe if he ever gets married he'll get a decent haircut."
"Not at this rate. The promotion was to the Anti-Fraud Dept. He's spending nights and weekends sniffing out fake Galleons for the Ministry."
"Ahh, ahh. You mentioned the Ministry." Hermione waved her fork at him. It was Ron's turn to grin mischievously.
"Okay, how's this, your damn cat leaves fur all over everything."
"He's a cat, that's his purpose in life." This, however, was a conversational dead end, and Hermione smiled as Ron struggle to find another thing to say.
"Oh all right, you win. Let us talk about the Ministry." There was only one thing better than truly loving your job, and that was sharing it with someone you love.
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Fowl-Star: the letter was supposed to be from Harris. i guess it was one of those things that makes sense in your head but doesn't come out right
Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Review, my friend, review.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.
