A Second Reunion
It had been about a week since Harry had returned, and while he wasn't entirely settled--he hadn't seen most of the people from his universe yet, and wasn't sure if any of them except for Bob, Winifred and John were here any longer--he was getting back into the usual routine.
Hopefully, after a week, John was back in the swing of things as well. Because Harry couldn't wait one more minute to see him.
Scribbling a note to Bob that he was going out for a few hours and that if he was going to be late, he'd call, Harry grabbed his staff, walked out of his apartment, locked the door and veiled. Then he carefully made his way down to Room 130--shunning the elevator, for he was so excited about seeing John that he was practically throwing off magical sparks--and knocked on the door.
Hopefully, after a week, John was back in the swing of things as well. Because Harry couldn't wait one more minute to see him.
Scribbling a note to Bob that he was going out for a few hours and that if he was going to be late, he'd call, Harry grabbed his staff, walked out of his apartment, locked the door and veiled. Then he carefully made his way down to Room 130--shunning the elevator, for he was so excited about seeing John that he was practically throwing off magical sparks--and knocked on the door.