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The Portal in the Blaze
Wizards had some of the strangest innovations—things that Elaine couldn't even conceive of in her most fanciful dreams.
Severus stood before the flames. Tossing a pinch of dust over the hearth, turning them Castelvetrano olive green. "Ministry of Magic, Potter's Office" he said clearly.
"You travel through fireplaces?" She asked skeptically.
"Yes, mind your skirt. Things get dirty in the floo." He chastened her absently, swinging his pack up onto one shoulder and picking up hers. "I haven't an arm left to hold onto you," he said nodding to his cane.
"Not to worry," she soothed, stepping after him.
Olive, #35