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Two Nights in Bucharest	By : SylverIce2 Category: G through L > Highlander Views: 2361 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was a motley assortment gathering in the lobby at three o'clock. Duncan
and Methos were the first to arrive, followed swiftly by Remus and two young
women he introduced as Ginny and Hermione. Sirius showed up a few minutes later
with the two boys, Harry and Ron. Harry smiled crookedly at Duncan. �So you're
the one telling Uncle Sirius his ego has confirmation?�
Sirius cuffed the boy affectionately. �No one likes a wise-ass, Harry. And
you've been spying again, Messier Legilimens.�
�My dear Messier Uncle Padfoot, that is what I am supposed to do. Her Ultimate
Ladyship the Minister of Magic says so.� Harry laughed,latching an arm around
the brown-haired girl. �Right, 'Mione? That is what you pay me for?�
�Unfortunately,circumstances dictate extreme measures to which The-Boy-Who-Lived
must be employed in.� Her voice was prim, but there was a spark of mischief
in her eyes. �It helps that he's a nosy git.�
Krum stalked up then, with two more guests. The brunette woman from the party
the night before smilingly introduced herself as Lena, and the man as Aleksander.
Methos nudged MacLeod in the ribs smugly, as the man was the keyboardist from
the band. �Victor was kind enough to get us tickets to see him play.�
�Us as well.� Duncan introduced himself and the others, remembering names as
well as always, while Methos scanned the crowd and mostly seemed to be ignoring
everyone.
As they moved into one of the small reception rooms, Remus caught Krum's arm.
�Those two are Muggles.�
�So are your friends.� The younger man pulled away, drawing a length of twine
wrapped in a cloth out of his pocket. Laying it out on the table, he gestured
for everyone to touch it. Counting down carefully from ten, he made sure no
one had failed to find a spot on the twine. When he hit 'one' the world spun
out, Methos swearing loudly as he felt something pulling his stomach out of
his skin.
The two Immortals landed on their feet, lightening-fast reflexes being curbed
from drawing swords. All of the wizards had drifted down to stand nearby, but
Lena and Aleksander weren't prepared for the sudden drop and took a tumble.
The group was a little way off from a large arena. Crowds of people were swarming
in, most of them dressed in flamboyantly colored robes. Krum was already hurrying
away, leaving his Muggle friends behind.
�Welcome to the Romanian Quidditch pitch. While their team usually doesn't
make it to the finals, their stadium is most impressive.� Sirius passed out
the tickets, the picture on the paper moving slowly,pendants flying in a breeze.
�Let's go and find our seats.�
Duncan was tense at Methos' side, growing more so when the other man threw
an arm over his shoulder. �It's ok, MacLeod.� He tipped his head at Sirius and
Remus, who were walking hand-in-hand. �Wizards take their Quidditch very seriously.
Security will be tight.�
�And we have swords, you idiot.�
�Right. Hadn't thought about that.� They'd reached the gate, the 'kids' going
in first and merging with the crowd. The older wizards were waiting, keeping
an eye on the four mundanes. A security wizard in deep blue robes stepped up
to the two Immortals, wand in hand.
�No weapons are allowed in the arena, sirs.�
Somewhat sheepishly, both pulled their swords from their long coats. Sirius
started laughing. �There must be some magic to being what you are,because I
have no idea where you hid those.�
�Practice,not magic.� Methos let the security wizard float his Ivanhoe away.
MacLeod watched his katana go with a wistful gaze, muttering in Gaelic under
his breath, �It's like watching someone take your baby away.�
Their seats were very good, right near Krum's teams goal. Sirius quickly involved
Methos and Aleksander in a description of the game. Remus shook his head, smiling
that gentle smile at Sirius' enthusiasm. �He and Harry's father played when
we were in school.�
�You didn't?� Lena was looking around, eyes wide with wonder.
�I� ah � wasn't allowed. For various health reasons. How did you meet Victor?�
Remus shook his head when Duncan tipped an inquiring glance at him.
�I was working in a pub, and he kept coming in. I barely spoke Romanian,and
he was just learning, so as he kept coming back in, we tried to help each other
learn. Finally, Aleksander began giving us lessons.�She smiled softly at Aleksander's
dark head, tilted as he followed Sirius' gesture across the field.
�Game's starting, Moonikins.� The AniMagus nudged Remus' knee with his.
�Thank you, Padfoot. I never would have guessed from the blaring music andbroomstick-riding
men.� His tone was dry, but the other man quickly made him blush.
�You always did like a man on a broomstick. Why, I remember many a-� The red-faced
werewolf clapped a hand over his lover's mouth.
�Shut up. Bad dog! Bad dog!� Contrition oozed out of Sirius, starlight eyes
remorseful. �I swear. Your godson is right there.�
�And I'm sure that he and Hermione have some similar memories. Don't be such
a girl.� The remorse was gone once Remus shook his head fondly, replaced with
sly humor.
Krum's team was announced then, and the game began. Sirius supplied Omnoculars
so that everyone could follow the action. Aleksander and Lena were enthralled,
watching as much as they could in complete silence, and even Duncan was impressed.
Methos, on the other hand,was busy comparing modern Quidditch to what he remembered
being played the last time he'd been personally involved in the Wizarding World.
Thankfully,Remus was able to answer his questions. �When Harry started learning
how to play, we incorporated it into lessons.�
�You taught him?� Lena sounded surprised, though her eyes never left the field.
�Moony and I raised Harry. Until he went to Hogwart's, Professor Lupin here
was responsible for making sure that the boy turned out better than James and
I did.�
�Uncle Remus also taught at Hogwarts.� Harry leaned around Aleksander, on the
far side of Sirius, Hermione peeking over his shoulder.
�We all had Professor Lupin.� She grinned. �Most of the girls had the biggest
crush on him.�
�Until you found out that Sirius was living in his rooms.� Harry smirked cheekily
at his girlfriend, who turned away from him in a huff.
�That must have been awkward, having to teach your own ward?� Duncan was watching
the game carefully, occasionally swearing in a soft mutter at what was going
on.
�Not really. Most of the school didn't know that we lived together, Sirius
and I, so no one assumed that I knew Harry very well. Most people didn't even
realize I was friends with Harry's parents.�
�Uncle Sirius used to dress up like a woman, too.� Harry was studiously not
looking over, keeping his omnoculars raised.
�It was not dressing up.� The dark-haired man raised one elegant eyebrow, posing
slightly. �I happen to be a veritable master of transfiguration.�
Methos started laughing. �Somehow, Sirius, I don't think that that's something
to be proud of in this case.�
The pout spread slowly over handsome features, settling in at last in a slump
of shoulders. �Remus said I had to.�
�It was complicated. Harry, be nice to your godfather. You know he's fragile.�
Remus patted Sirius' knee absently, watching the game. The laughter ended the
conversation, the two wizards going back to explaining the events on the field.
Eventually, Krum's team managed to pull off a surprise victory by catching the
Snitch.
He met them in the stands, still wearing his uniform. The kids, as even Duncan
and Methos were starting to think of them, trooped off with him, dragging Lena
and Aleksander with them.
The four adults made their way to a security wizard so that the Immortals could
regain their swords. �We're not traveling back by...string,are we?� Methos looked
decidedly green at the thought.
�PortKeying is a bit disconcerting. However, we left that with Victor. Sirius
and I can Apparate us back to our rooms.� Both wizards held their hands out
for the Immortals to grasp, and a moment later they were standing in Duncan's
suite.
�That wasn't much better.� The oldest Immortal sat down, his stomach
only mostly sure it was in him where it was supposed to be. �We're taking a
taxi from here on out, please.�
�Everything else is Muggle, so that's fine with us.� Remus glanced at his watch.
�We've got dinner reservations soon. What time are we meeting up tomorrow?�
�Ginny and Ron are going to visit their brother, but Hermione wouldn't let
Harry wiggle out of coming to the play with us.�
�Dinner reservations are at seven at Avalon, the show's at nine at Bulandra.�
Remus recognized the name of the hip Romanian restaurant, and was proud that
he didn't let his worry show. Sirius and Harry eating out at anyplace that wasn't
fast food was always a matter of concern. Remus was still having nightmares
about the exploding shrimp fiasco of 2005. And the dancing lobster of 2001.
And� better not to think of that. Seafood never had been a Marauder favorite.
At least not to eat.
Sirius was grinning widely at the panic hidden in Remus' eyes. Before his lover
could say anything in warning, he was dragged from the room.�We'll see you tomorrow
night.� The dark-haired man waved over his shoulder.
�Padfoot....� There was warning, and a plea. The amber-eyed werewolf found
himself backed up against their room door as Sirius pulled his key card out.
�Fear not, Messier Moony, I will do my best to curb Harry's natural urge for
mischief.�
�That's what I'm afraid of.� The quiet mutter earned him a hurt glare, and
a shove into the room. Sirius caught him before he stumbled, pulling him close
to nuzzle the skin just below and behind Remus' jaw.
�Moony Moony McMoonikins. Don't worry so much about it.� A deep kiss silenced
whatever else Remus was about to say, and the two men stepped closer to one
another. �We'll order take-out later.� Sirius began herding Remus towards their
still-rumpled bed, the other man nodding even as his hands began pulling at
Sirius' t-shirt. As Sirius pressed him down to the bed, all he could think was
yes.
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