Hermione abruptly awoke when she felt her broom give a slight jerk.
She rubbed her eyes with her left middle finger and wrapped her cloak
closer around her frigid body. As Hermione looked down at her left hand she
studied the small tattoo that harbored on the broad flesh between her
pointer finger and thumb. She didn't know what made her want a tattoo but
when she saw the Celtic signs she knew she had to have one. Her mother
surprisingly thought the best choice was the fierce sign, it seemed the
most like her, at least that's what her mother had told her.
The swirling lines were reminding Hermione of how tired she was so she lowered her broom a bit and looked down below her. She saw rippling roofs of slate and tar one after another. From her view point everything looked tiny, like the little legos she liked to hide for her parents to find when she was little. She looked at her Broom Star and saw that it read that she was only about 3 miles from the city of Rome. Of course, Broom Star located where witches and wizards dwelled, so maybe the city of Magical Rome was better to say. Hermione knew that she would have to find a hotel to stay in soon or she would fall off and plummet to her death, which was sounding pretty appealing as of right now.
She lowered her broom so she was only 20 feet above the roofs of the buildings below. It was safe, in this part of Rome everything was magical, and if it wasn't she could always cast a nifty memory spell. Everything was quiet and the only source of light were coming from tall lampposts letting soft white light spill down on the quiet streets of Magical Rome. Coming up ahead was a tall tan building with a big glittery sign reading "Chez Paris". Hermione immediately came to a stop in front of the building and lowered her broom. Chez Paris, isn't that French? She hopped off her broom and pushed her cloak over both shoulders; she approached the gilded door handles of the hotel and came in contact with thick burgundy carpet. A man with dark black hair hopped up from the concierge desk and began helping with her broom.
"Good evening, well good morning madam!" The tall man glanced over the clock and smiled down at Hermione. Hermione looked over the man's shoulder and saw that it was indeed morning, actually 4:15 in the morning to be exact.
"Hi, I was wondering if you had a room, I know it's early but I've been traveling all night." Hermione considered fainting if the man said no just to make him let her stay. The man looked at the bags under her eyes and immediately felt great pity for her.
"Of course I have a room for you! How could I let a girl as pretty as you out on the streets? What kind of hotel owner would I be?" The man practically skipped over to his desk and began riffling through his book.
"I can give you room 31. It's on the 5th floor; I do hope you're not afraid of heights."
"No it's fine, I'm just so happy to be able to rest!" Thank fucking god was all she could think of right now. "Let me grab the key and I'll personally take you up." This guy was way too energetic for her tastes. It was 4 o'clock in the bloody morning! Had he taken a Pepper Up potion of some sorts, if only she could get her hands on some. "No need to wake up dear Oliver." He glanced over at a sleeping sandy haired boy a few years older than Hermione and shoke his head. "He's been up all night filling out applications for some medical school in Salem. Too far to go to school if you ask me, he had to get the highest O.W.L.S to get in."
The man scooped up the broom and began to make his way over to the glass elevator edged in gold. He pushed the button and began humming happily as they waited. "What part of England are you from miss.?" Hermione looked up startled at being address and smiled softly. "London, oh and my name is Hermione, Hermione Granger, although I still have yet to know your name. " The man smiled and brushed his hair back out of his eyes. The familiarity of the gesture reminded her of Harry. Her stomach jolted in annoyance and aching but she gulped down the sensation and smiled at the man. "My name is Sebastian Carlucci and I run Chez Paris!" The door to the elevator opened and Sebastian let Hermione in first before entering himself. As Sebastian pushed the button marked 5, Hermione looked at Sebastian while debating weither to ask him a question that had been harboring in her mind since she had stepped through the door. "Sebastian, why did you name this place Chez Paris?" Sebastian's eyes lit up. "No one, I repeat, no one has ever asked me. When you noticed this building did you stop and come in?" "Yes." "Why?" "The...name!" "Exactly! The name makes it stand out. I mean Paris. in Rome? "Hm, I never really thought of that, but it makes sense." Hermione smiled unsurely up to the dark haired man and looked at the little screen on the wall saying 5th floor. A few seconds later the glass doors slid open and Hermione stepped onto cream and gold carpet. Sebastian carried Hermione's broomstick like a package in front of him and made his way down towards the end of the hallway. He stopped in front of a tall light wood door and produced a heavy brass key and slid it in the key hole. He pushed opened the door after giving a satisfied sigh when the lock clicked back, and made way for Hermione. "I hope you enjoy your room!" "I don't think I'll have enough money for the rent." Hermione's mouth dropped in amazement. The room was twice as big as her dormitory at Hogwarts and she shared with 3 other girls! "Well, is 50 euros a week too expensive?" Sebastian looked dejected. "50 euros A WEEK?! Are you insane? That's so, cheap!" "Excellent!" Sebastian patted her on the head and placed her broom on the bed. "I'm so glad you're staying and don't forget, breakfast is at 10:30 tomorrow morning! Good night my dear." Sebastian closed the door and quickly walked back to the elevator.
Hermione looked around the room with her eyes wide. A huge iron bed stood right in front of her draped luxuriously in moss silk and gold velvet with long drapes that could be easily pulled down for privacy. Next to the bed was a pair of French doors that led to a small black iron terrace that had a small black table and a matching chair with a big, comfy looking pillow on the seat. On top of the table was an arrangement of potted flowers. There were gold transparent curtains pulled back from the doors held back by swirly black iron knobs. On the other side of the wall were a large armoire and a vanity with a large gilded mirror above it. On the other wall was a large writing desk with many slots and cubbies for her writing utensils to be stored in. Hermione walked over to the adjoining door and stepped inside and flipped on the light. A large chandelier lit up the entire bathroom with soft goldish light. The bathroom had a large 2 person bath, a large shower surrounded with potted plants that made it look like it was part of a rainforest, a toilet, and a marble sink. On the wall above the bath was a large picture of a waterfall at night with the moon filtering light through the tall mossy trees with small fairies skimming over the water and flitting through the underbrush of the numerous bushes and flowers. Hermione ran over to the bathtub and began turning the knobs for the hot and cold water and turned the knob for the vanilla bubble bath. She grabbed the fluffy cream bathrobe hanging on the hook by the shower and ran out of the bathroom. As Hermione finished unpacking her trunk with her body products, she ran back into the bathroom and tested the water, it was a little chilly so she lowered the cold tap and raised the hot. She went back out into her room and began undressing and placed her dirty clothes in a pile by the armoire and slipped on the robe and knotted it tightly around her waist. She smiled to herself thinking that this might actually have been her greatest idea yet. She hugged her arms to herself and ran and jumped onto the bed with a squeal. She stared up at the ceiling and was startled. The ceiling above her bed looked like the night sky, it reminded her of Hogwarts and although she felt a little nauseated, she felt a little more secure and comfortable, she could learn to like this place, and with that Hermione ran into the bathroom to enjoy her awaiting bubble bath. She deserved it, didn't she?
The swirling lines were reminding Hermione of how tired she was so she lowered her broom a bit and looked down below her. She saw rippling roofs of slate and tar one after another. From her view point everything looked tiny, like the little legos she liked to hide for her parents to find when she was little. She looked at her Broom Star and saw that it read that she was only about 3 miles from the city of Rome. Of course, Broom Star located where witches and wizards dwelled, so maybe the city of Magical Rome was better to say. Hermione knew that she would have to find a hotel to stay in soon or she would fall off and plummet to her death, which was sounding pretty appealing as of right now.
She lowered her broom so she was only 20 feet above the roofs of the buildings below. It was safe, in this part of Rome everything was magical, and if it wasn't she could always cast a nifty memory spell. Everything was quiet and the only source of light were coming from tall lampposts letting soft white light spill down on the quiet streets of Magical Rome. Coming up ahead was a tall tan building with a big glittery sign reading "Chez Paris". Hermione immediately came to a stop in front of the building and lowered her broom. Chez Paris, isn't that French? She hopped off her broom and pushed her cloak over both shoulders; she approached the gilded door handles of the hotel and came in contact with thick burgundy carpet. A man with dark black hair hopped up from the concierge desk and began helping with her broom.
"Good evening, well good morning madam!" The tall man glanced over the clock and smiled down at Hermione. Hermione looked over the man's shoulder and saw that it was indeed morning, actually 4:15 in the morning to be exact.
"Hi, I was wondering if you had a room, I know it's early but I've been traveling all night." Hermione considered fainting if the man said no just to make him let her stay. The man looked at the bags under her eyes and immediately felt great pity for her.
"Of course I have a room for you! How could I let a girl as pretty as you out on the streets? What kind of hotel owner would I be?" The man practically skipped over to his desk and began riffling through his book.
"I can give you room 31. It's on the 5th floor; I do hope you're not afraid of heights."
"No it's fine, I'm just so happy to be able to rest!" Thank fucking god was all she could think of right now. "Let me grab the key and I'll personally take you up." This guy was way too energetic for her tastes. It was 4 o'clock in the bloody morning! Had he taken a Pepper Up potion of some sorts, if only she could get her hands on some. "No need to wake up dear Oliver." He glanced over at a sleeping sandy haired boy a few years older than Hermione and shoke his head. "He's been up all night filling out applications for some medical school in Salem. Too far to go to school if you ask me, he had to get the highest O.W.L.S to get in."
The man scooped up the broom and began to make his way over to the glass elevator edged in gold. He pushed the button and began humming happily as they waited. "What part of England are you from miss.?" Hermione looked up startled at being address and smiled softly. "London, oh and my name is Hermione, Hermione Granger, although I still have yet to know your name. " The man smiled and brushed his hair back out of his eyes. The familiarity of the gesture reminded her of Harry. Her stomach jolted in annoyance and aching but she gulped down the sensation and smiled at the man. "My name is Sebastian Carlucci and I run Chez Paris!" The door to the elevator opened and Sebastian let Hermione in first before entering himself. As Sebastian pushed the button marked 5, Hermione looked at Sebastian while debating weither to ask him a question that had been harboring in her mind since she had stepped through the door. "Sebastian, why did you name this place Chez Paris?" Sebastian's eyes lit up. "No one, I repeat, no one has ever asked me. When you noticed this building did you stop and come in?" "Yes." "Why?" "The...name!" "Exactly! The name makes it stand out. I mean Paris. in Rome? "Hm, I never really thought of that, but it makes sense." Hermione smiled unsurely up to the dark haired man and looked at the little screen on the wall saying 5th floor. A few seconds later the glass doors slid open and Hermione stepped onto cream and gold carpet. Sebastian carried Hermione's broomstick like a package in front of him and made his way down towards the end of the hallway. He stopped in front of a tall light wood door and produced a heavy brass key and slid it in the key hole. He pushed opened the door after giving a satisfied sigh when the lock clicked back, and made way for Hermione. "I hope you enjoy your room!" "I don't think I'll have enough money for the rent." Hermione's mouth dropped in amazement. The room was twice as big as her dormitory at Hogwarts and she shared with 3 other girls! "Well, is 50 euros a week too expensive?" Sebastian looked dejected. "50 euros A WEEK?! Are you insane? That's so, cheap!" "Excellent!" Sebastian patted her on the head and placed her broom on the bed. "I'm so glad you're staying and don't forget, breakfast is at 10:30 tomorrow morning! Good night my dear." Sebastian closed the door and quickly walked back to the elevator.
Hermione looked around the room with her eyes wide. A huge iron bed stood right in front of her draped luxuriously in moss silk and gold velvet with long drapes that could be easily pulled down for privacy. Next to the bed was a pair of French doors that led to a small black iron terrace that had a small black table and a matching chair with a big, comfy looking pillow on the seat. On top of the table was an arrangement of potted flowers. There were gold transparent curtains pulled back from the doors held back by swirly black iron knobs. On the other side of the wall were a large armoire and a vanity with a large gilded mirror above it. On the other wall was a large writing desk with many slots and cubbies for her writing utensils to be stored in. Hermione walked over to the adjoining door and stepped inside and flipped on the light. A large chandelier lit up the entire bathroom with soft goldish light. The bathroom had a large 2 person bath, a large shower surrounded with potted plants that made it look like it was part of a rainforest, a toilet, and a marble sink. On the wall above the bath was a large picture of a waterfall at night with the moon filtering light through the tall mossy trees with small fairies skimming over the water and flitting through the underbrush of the numerous bushes and flowers. Hermione ran over to the bathtub and began turning the knobs for the hot and cold water and turned the knob for the vanilla bubble bath. She grabbed the fluffy cream bathrobe hanging on the hook by the shower and ran out of the bathroom. As Hermione finished unpacking her trunk with her body products, she ran back into the bathroom and tested the water, it was a little chilly so she lowered the cold tap and raised the hot. She went back out into her room and began undressing and placed her dirty clothes in a pile by the armoire and slipped on the robe and knotted it tightly around her waist. She smiled to herself thinking that this might actually have been her greatest idea yet. She hugged her arms to herself and ran and jumped onto the bed with a squeal. She stared up at the ceiling and was startled. The ceiling above her bed looked like the night sky, it reminded her of Hogwarts and although she felt a little nauseated, she felt a little more secure and comfortable, she could learn to like this place, and with that Hermione ran into the bathroom to enjoy her awaiting bubble bath. She deserved it, didn't she?