The Boys Are Back In Town
May. 17th, 2003 08:47 pmBe it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
Greece was lovely. I'd never been and neither had Sirius, and it was one of the things we'd talked about once as schoolboys, so it was wonderful to have finally made it. We of course did the tourist bits, Athens and such, but it wasn't until we went to the island of Delos that we truly felt we'd gotten away from it all.
Muggles cannot remain overnight on Delos, which meant it was very quiet and without a lot of the fussy acoutrements that the Muggle world relies on, but Sirius and I were privy to a tiny wizard's cottage high upon Mt Kythnos overlooking the Agean. That let us stay after the tourists had gone, and we had the island to ourselves.
Our last night there was a mad storm, and rather than shut ourselves away from it we threw open every window and door in the place and let the rain come in. Thunder and lightning, the whole works, ( (Harry don't click here) ) and it was bloody brilliant. We weathered the storm and were still standing on the other side, and it seemed very apropos all things considered.
Yes, a lovely honeymoon was had by all.
But now we're home, and we have many useless trinkets with us that we picked up for everyone. I'm certain the Headmaster will enjoy this bust of Aristotle I found that is bewitched to chat with you about pretty much anything. For our students and the rest of the staff we found an enormous amount of Greek sweets and strange little snacks that they might find interesting, there's some ouzo for Sinistra and Hooch of course, and for Harry Sirius found a very nice Quidditch jersey for the Heraklion Heroes, and from me an enchanted carving of an ancient Greek chariot race - a different winner every time.
Now comes the daunting task of unpacking, and getting settled back into the swing of things, and wondering what on earth went on at home while we were away. Harry? What're these marks in the wood? Dare I ask?
I am off, to find my wayward spouse and the boy, for some quality family time. I believe it will involve tickling. Yes.
Greece was lovely. I'd never been and neither had Sirius, and it was one of the things we'd talked about once as schoolboys, so it was wonderful to have finally made it. We of course did the tourist bits, Athens and such, but it wasn't until we went to the island of Delos that we truly felt we'd gotten away from it all.
Muggles cannot remain overnight on Delos, which meant it was very quiet and without a lot of the fussy acoutrements that the Muggle world relies on, but Sirius and I were privy to a tiny wizard's cottage high upon Mt Kythnos overlooking the Agean. That let us stay after the tourists had gone, and we had the island to ourselves.
Our last night there was a mad storm, and rather than shut ourselves away from it we threw open every window and door in the place and let the rain come in. Thunder and lightning, the whole works, ( (Harry don't click here) ) and it was bloody brilliant. We weathered the storm and were still standing on the other side, and it seemed very apropos all things considered.
Yes, a lovely honeymoon was had by all.
But now we're home, and we have many useless trinkets with us that we picked up for everyone. I'm certain the Headmaster will enjoy this bust of Aristotle I found that is bewitched to chat with you about pretty much anything. For our students and the rest of the staff we found an enormous amount of Greek sweets and strange little snacks that they might find interesting, there's some ouzo for Sinistra and Hooch of course, and for Harry Sirius found a very nice Quidditch jersey for the Heraklion Heroes, and from me an enchanted carving of an ancient Greek chariot race - a different winner every time.
Now comes the daunting task of unpacking, and getting settled back into the swing of things, and wondering what on earth went on at home while we were away. Harry? What're these marks in the wood? Dare I ask?
I am off, to find my wayward spouse and the boy, for some quality family time. I believe it will involve tickling. Yes.