BIRTHDAY UPDATE TIME! Today, August 27, is my birthday (only a select few of you will know exactly how old I am today), so I survived another year of life! I'd like to dedicate this chapter to myself.
And you know what I'd like as a birthday present? Lots of reviews from my readers!
Roxy was currently in her room within the royal palace of Tir Nan Og, reading one of her spellbooks- one which taught basic combat magic for fairies.
Once she'd finished, she put away the book and sat at one of the windows, which had a gorgeous view of the Queendom. The sun had not yet risen so she enjoyed the pre-dawn atmosphere of the birds just waking up and a cool, gentle breeze.
"I wonder how Harry's enjoying his holiday. He said that he was going back to England, but that it would be a risky move and..." She sat up straight.
"Ever since that interview that Aunt Nebula gave to that Daily Prophet newspaper, Stephania has been sending her copies every day. Maybe there's news of him. Though when I hear him talk, it's probably best that there isn't news of him..."
She went to get herself ready for the day and left the room quickly, heading to her aunt's personal study.
"Good morning, Roxy. You're up rather early..." Nebula raised an eyebrow at her niece as she entered the room.
"I know, but I couldn't sleep. So I read one of my textbooks and even then I still couldn't fall asleep so my mind wandered off to thoughts of a friend of mine..." Roxy admitted.
"Which friend would this be that would keep you up?"
"Harry. He said that he was going back home to make sure that his friends were okay and to give them some gifts that I made to help keep them safe, but..."
"Harry Potter? The same young man known as the Boy-Who-Lived in the United Kingdom? I wasn't aware that you were such close friends with him..." Nebula put aside the book she had been reading.
"The very same one, though he hates that title. He's actually very sweet in person. But he said that it would be dangerous for him to go back at this time so I can't help but be worried and I decided to come down here to see if Stephania had sent over today's copy of the Daily Prophet if to see if there was any news of him and..."
Nebula chuckled. "Calm down, Roxy. I am sure he will be fine. He isn't the Boy-Who-Lived for nothing. But since you are so worried..." She raised her hand and a copy of that day's Daily Prophet appeared in her hand.
"I'll let you read today's copy first. I haven't read it yet so I have no idea what it says myself..." She handed it over.
Roxy unfolded it and gasped at the headlines, eyes wide.
Attack on Diagon Alley!
Harry Potter Returns!
You-Know-Who In Duel with Harry Potter!
"Harry is definitely not okay!" Roxy handed the paper back to her aunt, who frowned even more as she read.
"It says here that he was in disguise in Diagon Alley yesterday fighting against the Death Eaters when he saw Dumbledore duelling Voldemort himself, dropped the disguise and intervened when it looked like Dumbledore might actually lose. He defeated him and sent him and a few of his minions somewhere in what's described here as a portal. He's currently being held in St Mungo's Hospital for treatment related to Severe Magical Exhaustion... After all they did to him, he still wanted to help them somehow..."
"I haven't known him for that long, but he is a good guy at heart despite some of the nastier spells he would have had to use! He'd feel terrible about having to do that! He'll hate being cooped up in that hospital place and if what he's told me about this Dumbledore guy is accurate, he'll try to keep him in the U.K.! We have to help him!" Roxy exclaimed.
"Roxy, we cannot just intervene in the matters of another country like that. As much as I do not like the idea of them, Voldemort and the Death Eaters have done nothing to our Queendom..." Nebula said sternly.
"But he abandoned them when they treated him badly! He didn't go back because he loves it there! He went back because he was a good friend and wanted to make sure that his friends Ron and Hermione were safe!" Roxy cried.
"Roxy..." Nebula warned.
"Aunt Nebula, we have to save him! He won't want to be there! He likes it at Red Fountain and he thrives there! He made new friends in Magix, including me! We'll probably never get to see him again and he'd be very unhappy there! We have to do something! Please!" Roxy begged.
Nebula looked at her niece oddly. "It really means that much to you that Harry gets to return to Magix?" She asked.
"Yes! Harry is my best friend and even if he weren't, he doesn't deserve to be kept in a place he doesn't want to be in, just to be their puppet!" Roxy exclaimed.
Nebula sighed. "Very well then. I will contact Stephania and the other British fairies later. Perhaps we can come up with something to get him out of Britain and bring him here until school in Magix starts again. This will have to be planned very carefully though. I do not want to put strain between us and Britain so early after relations have started between us and especially as things are so volatile over there right now..."
"Oh thank you! Thank you Aunt Nebula! Thank you so much! You will not regret it and Harry will be so thankful to you! Thank you!" Roxy grinned as she hugged her aunt tightly.
"Okay, Roxy. Go for a walk around the palace or something. I need to set things in motion..." Nebula dismissed her niece and reached for her cell-phone on the desk next to her.
The phone rang a few times before an image of a tanned-skinned woman with wavy bronze coloured hair and olive green eyes appeared above it.
"Yes, Your Majesty? What do you require of me?" The woman asked.
"Stephania, I need a big favour. You see, my niece Roxy has apparently managed to become best friends with Harry Potter while they studied in Magix together and she is adamant that Harry will hate it if he is forced to stay which is highly likely given his status..." Nebula said.
"I see, Your Majesty. Would you like me to get in touch with some of the other British Fairies that I know and help him escape somehow? I do agree with your niece. Given the manner that he left in the first place, I don't really think I can blame him for leaving..." Stephania said.
"Can you do it?" Nebula asked.
"I believe so, Your Majesty, but it will take time to plan. We do want to execute it in a way that it doesn't look like we were involved and looks like he escaped on his own..." Stephania said.
"Do what you must, Stephania." Nebula commanded.
"I will, Your Majesty. Is there anything else you require? " Stephania asked.
"Just keep me updated on how things are going on helping Harry get out of Britain." Nebula said.
"Very well, Your Majesty. I will get to work on that immediately..." Stephania ended the call.
Nebula sunk back into her chair and put the cell-phone back on the desk she took it from.
"Getting Harry Potter had better be as worth it as Roxy claims..."
Harry felt extremely groggy and his eyesight was foggy as he slowly opened his eyes.
Where was he? He didn't recognize here. It wasn't his dorm at Red Fountain...
Then it all came back to him.
He was on Earth again.
He had come back to the United Kingdom to see Ron and Hermione again; to make sure they were okay; to give them gifts that he hoped would make them safer.
Diagon Alley had been attacked... Voldemort, Death Eaters...
He groaned. His head hurt too much to think anymore...
"Harry! You're awake!" He heard a voice and saw a mess of red hair... Who was it that he knew who had red hair again?
"R... Ron?" Harry groaned.
"Yeah, it's me, Harry. How are you feeling? Hermione just went to get the Healer..." Ron's voice said.
"Where are my glasses?" Harry felt around randomly for them, until they were shoved into his hands.
He slipped them on and blinked, his surroundings finally coming into focus.
"Where are we?" Harry looked around to see a hospital-esque surrounding and found himself in a hospital bed.
"You're in St Mungo's, Harry. Don't you remember? The... attack on Diagon Alley... You'd come to see Hermione and me and they just attacked out of nowhere... You fought... Saved lots of lives by being there, not just ours... Plus you used some mighty impressive magic to fight of You-Know-Who... Where'd you learn it?" Ron asked.
"Ron! Give him time to breathe!" Hermione said impatiently as she came through the door with a female Healer with chestnut brown shoulder-length straight hair behind her.
"Her... Hermione, how are... how are... things?" Harry asked slowly.
Hermione smiled sadly. "After that attack, McGonagall took me to my parents' house to... take some stuff that I thought I'd need. And I sorted out things that I would need to with my parents being... dead and all..." She shed a few tears.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "How... How long have I been unconscious?" He asked, almost not wanting to know the answer.
"You've been out of it for a week, Harry..." Hermione looked as if she didn't want to answer.
"A... a... a... week?" Harry coughed.
"Okay, you two. I know you've been attached at the hip since your first year, but I really must tend to him now..." The Healer smiled gently at them, hazel eyes sparkling slightly.
"We'll be back as soon as we can, Harry!" Hermione said as she and Ron left.
"Alright then, Mr Potter. My name is Healer Andrina Springsteen and I'm the main Healer that's looking after you. I was a Ravenclaw in school, Pure-Blood, though my husband is a Muggle-Born Gryffindor..." She smiled.
"I'm sure your parents must have loved that..." Harry said sarcastically.
"Oh no. They really do love him. Can't say the same for some of my other relatives but nobody cares about them anyway. But we're not here to talk about me. We're here to talk about you. How are you feeling?" Healer Springsteen asked.
"Like shit." Harry said. "Oh, sorry..."
"No, no, that's fine. I've heard worse." Healer Springsteen chuckled.
"Any questions for me before I start with your treatment today?" She asked.
"Yeah. When do I get out of this place?" Harry looked around restlessly.
"As soon as I can get you out of here. No doubt you want to get back to wherever it is you've been hiding from Dumbledore and friends..." She said.
"You got that right." Harry grumbled.
"Needless to say, that's going to be a tricky thing. Security around St Mungo's is higher than it has ever been before due to what happened nine days ago. I don't blame you for wanting to leave though. I believed yours and Dumbledore's word about You-Know-Who right from the beginning but I still don't like what I saw of him handling things. I would help you get away from his grasp if I could but I honestly don't know how..." Healer Springsteen said sadly.
She perked up suddenly. "Though we're here focusing on getting your physical and magical health back up to a proper standard so let's get back to working on that, shall we?" She smiled encouragingly at him.
"Welcome back, Harry."
Those damn sparkling blue eyes.
"It's good to have you back again, though I wish that the circumstances through which it happened had been better..." Dumbledore smiled down at him sadly.
"What do you want?" Harry asked grouchily.
"I merely wished to speak to you Harry..." Dumbledore said.
"There is nothing to speak about. I came back to make sure that Ron and Hermione were okay, Diagon Alley was attacked, lots of people died, I fought Voldemort, passed out and woke up here in St Mungo's nine days later. What else is there to say?"
"I was hoping you'd be willing to talk to me after all this time..."
"I haven't forgotten the past, Professor. While I don't think you were malicious, I think you and others could have done a whole lot better than you did." Harry frowned.
"I am aware of that Harry and I do apologise."
Harry almost felt sorry for Dumbledore at that moment, looking at the expression on the old wizard's face.
Almost being the key word in that previous sentence.
"What did you want to talk to me about? Get it over with so I can get out of here and get back to... where I was before. Somewhere far, far away from you." Harry narrowed his eyes at his former Headmaster.
"Where did you go when you left the Dursleys in July?" Dumbledore asked.
"The same Dursleys that you allowed to die? I had no love for them, but I didn't wish them dead. Weren't there supposed to be protections in place for them?" Harry asked.
"Alas, the protections failed when you no longer called Number Four Privet Drive home..." Dumbledore said sadly.
"And there was nothing in place in case that happened? You had to have know that I never considered that hellhole a real home and yet you left me there. Did you really think I would want to call it home forever? Or did that possibility just not occur to you?" Harry asked.
"I thought that Petunia would have had enough goodness in her heart to treat you as her own. Obviously I was wrong about that..."
"Yeah. Obviously you were." Harry said dryly.
"I must ask you again however: where did you disappear to when you left the Dursleys in July?" Dumbledore asked.
"I'm not going to tell you a thing about where I've been. All I'll say is that I like it much better there than I like it here." Harry folded his arms across his chest.
"Fine then. Ron and Hermione said that you gave them protective bracelets and communication mirrors. How did you acquire these?"
"I have my ways." Harry glanced at his own bracelet, which was still on his wrist. Thank goodness for the extra security charms that he'd asked Roxy to apply...
Dumbledore started to look irritated with him. "How is it that neither Ron or Hermione's bracelets can be removed? Or yours for that matter either?"
"They can't be removed unless the owner wants it off. My guess is that they didn't want to give the bracelets to you so its protective magic kicked in." Harry answered.
"Where did you learn such powerful magic? Like the spells you used in Diagon Alley? In all of my years, I have never seen a spell such as the one you used on Voldemort. What was it?"
"It was a spell that got rid of him temporarily. He'll make his way back and start killing people again eventually, I'm sure. I don't even know where I sent him and I don't really care..." Harry shrugged.
"It was a transportation spell then?" Dumbledore urged.
"Of a sort." Harry smirked.
Dumbledore sighed. "I suppose I won't get much more out of you now. I will try again later." He stood up and began to leave.
"You won't get much out of me later either!" Harry called out as Dumbledore shut the door behind him.
"I wonder where that portal sent Voldemort..." Harry thought as he drifted off to sleep.
He hated that Potter boy even more than before and he didn't even know that was possible.
Those were the first thoughts that came to him as Lord Voldemort and some of his Death Eaters climbed out of the Antarctic Ocean, chilled to the bone and teeth chattering.
Icicles hung from some of the Death Eaters' noses and ice crystals dotted their hair as they tried to shake out their cold water drenched robes in vain.
He was just about to kill Dumbledore and Potter had intervened, actually putting up a decent fight and using that strange magic on him.
What infuriated him even more was that he didn't know what it was or how to cast it.
An unfortunate penguin decided to wander by just then on its way to a nearby lake and its life was snuffed out by an Avada Kedavra before it could reach the edge of the lake.
Voldemort screamed out in rage as he Apparated himself back to his lair and some of the Death Eaters followed suit.
The others?
Well if they were worth anything, they'd find their way back eventually.
All he knew was that his loathing towards Harry Potter had increased even more than it had before...
Healer Andrina Springsteen walked through Muggle London with her husband Isaac after her shift, telling him all she could about it.
"I tell you, that young man absolutely hated being there. He looked as if he wanted nothing more than to leave and get back to wherever it was he's been hiding all these months! I can't say I blame him..." Andrina said.
"I don't blame him either, the poor young man. After everything the year before with his godfather being innocent his whole time and being exonerated only after he died and You-Know-Who himself was seen in the Ministry, plus the way the Ministry had treated him and I heard that his Muggle relatives weren't exactly the most pleasant of people either. I daresay he's not grieving too much about their deaths..." Isaac said, frowning.
"Dumbledore wants me to... keep him for observation. He doesn't need that much observation now! In a few days he should be all ready to leave! I'll bet that Dumbledore will try to steer him back to Hogwarts..." Andrina said disdainfully.
"How come he hasn't tried to get away from St Mungo's yet?" Isaac asked.
"His magic isn't fully healed. He used so much power fighting back in Diagon Alley that it literally almost drained the life out of him. He could barely handle it. He's lucky to be alive!" Andrina exclaimed.
As they were about to turn a corner, Adrina heard a voice call out to her- a voice she hadn't heard in years.
"Andrina! Andrina Lawrence, is that you?"
A woman around her age approached her, grey streaked black hair billowing behind her in the wind.
"Wait... who are... Juliana? Juliana Ramsey, is that you?"
Isaac stood to a side, looking puzzled as his wife greeted this strange woman.
"It's me, Juliana! Andrina, I never ever thought I'd see you again!"
"Me either since you disappeared all those years ago! My last name is Springsteen now though since I married this wonderful man right here!" Andrina pulled Isaac over.
"Nice to meet you, Isaac. I knew Rina here when were much younger women." Juliana chuckled.
"Same here, I suppose..." Isaac said, still not sure what to think of this strange woman.
A strange expression formed on Juliana's face, looking as if she had just remembered a very important fact.
"Andrina... could we talk somewhere... private? It's very important that I do..." She said in a strange tone.
Andrina raised an eyebrow. "Why?" She asked suspiciously.
"It's about Harry..."
Andrina and Isaac tensed. "Harry who?" She fingered her wand in her inside coat pocket.
"Harry Potter of course. I know where he disappeared to all those months ago and apparently a very important person there knows what has happened to him and wishes to help him escape Dumbledore's clutches..." Juliana said cautiously.
"Isaac?" Andrina looked at her husband questioningly.
"We can take her back to the house..." He said. "But you try anything and we won't hesitate to..."
Juliana's eyes wandered to where she knew he was keeping his wand.
"I wouldn't dream of it. After all, your kind of magic can hurt fairies too..." Juliana smiled as she watched Andrina's and Issac's expressions of shock form on their faces.
"So basically you want me involved in a conspiracy to get Harry Potter out of St Mungo's and to Tir Nan Og because Princess Roxy wants it?" Andrina raised an eyebrow at Juliana (who was in her fairy form to prove that she was indeed a fairy earlier) and a projection of Stephania on Juliana's cell-phone.
"Precisely. Juliana read a copy of the Daily Prophet that said that you were the Chief Healer in charge of Harry Potter and recognized you, saying that you were friends before she along with the rest of us Earth Fairies were imprisoned by the Wizards of the Black Circle..." Stephania said.
"It was completely coincidental though. I mean, how was I supposed to know where to find you in big old London? And when I first saw you, I didn't even remember the Healer bit at first. I was just thinking that I finally saw an old friend that I hadn't seen in years!" Juliana exclaimed.
"Yeah. I had wondered why you had just suddenly disappeared, but now I know..." Andrina remarked dryly. "I want to help Mr Potter escape. After all my main concern is about the patient's welfare, not certain other people's wants- which in fact, I am not entirely sure are legal..."
"You will help us then?" Stephania asked.
"I will, but what happens to me and my family if I am caught?" Andrina asked.
"Queen Nebula will provide asylum for you and yours if that happens. I discussed the possibility of bringing in trusted wand-carriers to help us with her and brought that up..." Stephania said.
Andrina looked at her husband, who smiled and nodded. "Very well. I will help you to help Princess Roxy by helping Harry Potter. What do you need me to do?"
Damn Dumbledore.
Damn him to deepest pits of hell.
He was supposed to be recovering and that bloody old man had to go and throw something like this at him.
Damn Horcruxes. Why did Voldemort have to go create Horcruxes to tie his already damned soul to the Earth?
And six of them? Six? Really? Wasn't that a bit much?
Oh wait. Nothing is ever a bit much when it came to Voldemort...
"So before he can be killed, all of them must be destroyed..." Dumbledore explained. "That's why I need you to stay here. It's for the Greater Good, Harry. We must put aside our own desires occasionally."
"Why do you need me in particular to participate in your Horcrux Hunt? There's nothing in the rules that says that I have to be the one to destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes. It just say that I have to be the one to destroy him..."
"Three Horcruxes have already been destroyed. The Diary which you destroyed in the Chamber of Secrets at the end of your Second Year, the Gaunt Ring that I found shortly before your... disappearance and the locket that I happened upon purely by chance when I visited Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. It is a good thing I did since our dear old friend Mundungus Fletcher was attempting to steal it, among other things..." Dumbledore frowned.
"I don't want him back in Sirius' house... well, my house... ever again!" Harry snapped.
"I have already seen to that, Harry. The house is also no longer used for Order meetings since Sirius' untimely passing..."
"Professor Dumbledore, I am going to have to ask you to leave. I can sense that my patient Mr Potter is feeling most distressed." Healer Springsteen in full Healer mode entered the room, looking annoyed.
"Ah. Andrina, how are you..." Dumbledore started but was cut off.
"Uh-uh. It's Healer Springsteen to you. Now out. This young man needs healing. OUT!" She did something Harry had never seen before and literally shoved Dumbledore out of the room.
"Wow." Harry said, looking surprised.
Healer Springsteen chuckled. "I guess I learned a thing or two from spending so much time in the Hospital Wing with Madam Pomfrey back in my Hogwarts days, though I heard that you spent a lot of time there too, Mr Potter..."
"Time I wish I hadn't spent there..." Harry grumbled.
"Don't worry about that now. You'll soon be out of here, don't you worry. Then you'll be back in Magix in no time..."
Harry sat up so suddenly that his glasses fell off. "What? I- how do you know about Magix?" He sputtered.
"Everyone in the Wizarding World knows about Magix now, Harry." Healer Springsteen chuckled. "As for how I know about you specifically being there, it's amazing how small the universe is. I happened to run into an old friend who happened to be an Earth Fairy herself who happened to be part of a plot to get you out of here because a certain Princess Roxy happened upon a copy of the Daily Prophet that told about the incident in Diagon Alley..." She explained the situation properly and handed Harry back his glasses, still amused at his current expression.
"Roxy... she wants to help me get out of here? She wants to risk her Queendom's relationship with Magical Britain to get me out of here?" Harry said in awe.
"She does indeed. You have a real friend in her, it seems..." Healer Springsteen smiled.
"But... how is she going to get me out of here?" Harry asked.
"You're set to be discharged from St Mungo's tomorrow. Your... "money pouch" and your wand are in the bedside drawer. Quite unwise of Dumbledore to leave your wand there really. I suppose he didn't think you'd be able to escape from here, but given that you're Harry Potter, you've pretty much done the impossible several times over..." Healer Springsteen rolled her eyes.
"So..." Harry urged her on.
"After my shift is over, you are going to receive a very wonderful gift in the form of a plant that originates in Tir Nan Og, but was sent to you by Stephania pretending to be one of your many admirers. The plant is set to teleport you out of here at precisely midnight. Make sure it, as well as everything you wish to take with you is in your grasp. It will take you directly to Tir Nan Og, where you can spend some time with your very good friend before you head back to school in Magix." Healer Springsteen smiled.
Harry just stared at her in awe. "You are quite possibly the best medical professional I have ever come into contact with in any world."
"Thank you, Mr Potter." Healer Springsteen smiled even more.
"You can call me Harry."
"Thank you then, Harry. I'm afraid I must go and check on other patients now so I may not see you again. If that is the case..." She held out a hand to him and he took it, shaking.
"Good luck, Harry..."
"Dumbledore tells us that you're going back to Hogwarts next term. Is that true?" Ginny asked.
She, Ron, Hermione, Neville and Luna were all crowded around Harry's bed having somehow (Harry suspected that Healer Springsteen had something to do with it) circumvented hospital rules limiting the amount of visitors that a patient could have at once.
"I don't know if he's hitting the Firewhiskey too much, but I have no intention of ever returning to Hogwarts. Sorry guys." Harry said.
"We'd miss you, but we understand..." Neville smiled weakly, rubbing a scar across his cheek that he'd gotten fighting Bellatrix idly.
"After this, I think that Dumbledore's Army needs to be restarted at Hogwarts, though I think a name change is in order..." Harry said.
"Uh-huh... Harry, what is this plant? I don't think I've ever seen it before..." Neville gestured to the blood red flower with diamond shaped petals that stood up above a mess of vines with heart shaped leaves.
"I got it as a gift from someone." Harry shrugged. "Anyway, about that defence club..."
"We'll get to work on that, Harry. We promise. I have a personal thing against Voldemort myself now..." Hermione growled.
"We all do to some extent..." Luna nodded sagely, though Neville didn't miss the steely look in her eyes.
"I'm going to get out of this place and go back to where I was before. Ron and Hermione know how to contact me if need be..." Harry said.
"Not that I don't want you to leave if you're unhappy here mate, but... how do you plan on escaping St Mungo's with all the security around it?" Ron raised an eyebrow.
"I'm Harry Potter. I do the impossible." Harry chuckled and the atmosphere in the room lightened a bit as everyone else chuckled too.
"But seriously, I'm getting out of this hellhole and I don't think I'll be coming back for a visit any time soon after what happened with my last visit..." Harry grumbled.
"No one blames you, Harry." Luna smiled at him.
Just then a nurse with significantly less professionalism than Healer Springsteen had displayed barged in.
"Okay all of you. Get out. Potter here needs to get some rest and visiting hours are over. Plus all of you aren't even supposed to be in here at once. GET OUT!" She bellowed.
"Sheesh, woman. You really could do with a Cheering Charm or something. Bye Ha-"
Ron was cut off when the nurse shoved him out and slammed the door behind them.
"Some bedside manners that woman has..." Harry rolled his eyes.
Harry chuckled to himself as he got ready to leave, changing into some clothes he had tucked into what Healer Springsteen had called his "money pouch" but what was really a bag with a Bottomless Holding Charm on it.
He glanced up at the clock on the opposite wall. Ten minutes to midnight.
Good. He was ready.
He shoved the bag into a pocket, adjusted his glasses, grabbed his wand and held the plant in his other arm.
One minute to midnight...
Thirty seconds to midnight...
Ten seconds to midnight...
All of a sudden, he felt a jerking sensation reminiscent of a Portkey as he disappeared from his private room at St Mungo's.
Seconds later, after all the swirling colours and disorienting feeling had disappeared from his head, he found himself standing in front of the Queen of Tir Nan Og herself, Queen Nebula.
He immediately rushed to bow.
"Queen Nebula, I... You don't know how grateful I am to you for your help. It's an honour to meet you, I..." Harry rushed.
"Arise, young man." Nebula chuckled and Harry did as he was told.
"Welcome to Tir Nan Og. My niece Roxy seemed to think it important that we get you out of the U.K. so my fairies formed a plan to do so and obviously it has worked..." She said.
"I must remember to thank her..." Harry said fervently.
Nebula chuckled again. "It is late and I daresay you would like some sleep, as Roxy herself is having now. You may see her in the morning at breakfast. Come. I will show you to your room myself..." Nebula motioned for him to follow her and he did.