Draco had made arrangements for a quiet part of the bar, and he made arrangements for the menu. Along with something he cooked, and specially made for dessert at the end. The meal itself was a mix of the finest of Persian cuisine as a pleasant surprise and change. Cepheus was visiting with the grandparents so they could have a lovely dinner and ( Read more... )

"Careful there," Draco said, helping his wife, Mia, along. He glanced over at his mother-in-law, Lemia, to make sure she was all right as well as they approached the front gate of the Malfoy Manor. Already there was the familiar screech of the white peacocks strutting around, much of the place now back to how it was prior to the war ( Read more... )

The carpet came around in front of the inn, and touched down. Draco moved to help support Mia to lead her down toward the inn. A simple spell would take care of levitating their belongings inside.

"All right there, luv? I'll get the door." But before he could do so, the innkeeper emerged to hold the door open for them.

There was some singing, and the smell of honey, sugar, and dough in the kitchen. Draco was busy working on a dessert dish, a form of baklava with fruit. Thought it'd be a nice surprise after a Mediterranean style dinner. He was also quietly singing a song he once heard on the Wizard Wireless that was catchy a few years ago.

And the overgrown gardens were just part of the mess. The security spells were faint and weak. Draco didn't even have to do countercharms for him and Mia to pass through the gates. Just inside the doors, there was dust and cobwebs everywhere ( Read more... )

There was some bustling going in the bedrooms of the Guild. Clothes and objects flying every which way into ready suitcases and trunks. Sometimes Draco was using his wand, sometimes not. Mia was returning, and he wanted everything to be ready to go.

Holiday seemed just the thing even with the trip Mia had away.

Some of the set up was similar to Mia's Guildmaster one. At least the door from the Bar to the Magic Guild was well labeled again, and a guard posted to direct guests on where to go, along with exceptions to stay out of the Crystal Tower, the dungeon, and the roof. The focus was on the Main Hall itself where most of the people were, along with the

Draco was not drowning in paperwork, but he was tempted to whine to any in earshot that he was. It was blasted annoying, and how could there be so much of it with Mia and Nash gone? He was also getting ready for the ceremony where he could, and trying to get more headache potion for Mia's mum. It had been a very trying week and he looked forward to ( Read more... )

Draco had a potion book hovering in front of him at a table in their rooms in the Guild, currently poring over a very complicated potion entry. Occasionally he did a slight wave of his hand to change pages and sipped his tea as he let a quick notes quill copy down notes on a piece of parchment. He had an idea for a new special edition potion order ( Read more... )

Draco was half muttering, half dozing as Mia and him reached their room upstairs. Still itched horribly but the fever left him so tired and delirious that it didn't matter. He turned on his side on the floating carpet.