Regency in Diagon Alley [Theodore Nott | Harry Potter AU]

Chapter Fifty-Seven

"These are nice accommodations," Grindelwald said as he ran a hand down the beautiful windowsill that had the view of the Mediterranean, the blue sea sparkling under the sun, the city beneath the hill his new home resides had its roofs the same color of the water, cerulean blue, with their walls painted white or another kind of white that the former owner of this house said to them. But it did not matter to Theodore what kind of white the walls were painted, what view it had, or what kind of stone or story the house tells, what mattered was its location – edge of the Magical Community of Greece, hidden from crowded places, a view of Aeaea not far – and bought it with the bag of Galleons he bought, and a couple of Sickles for the former owner's silence.

The masters' chambers were large with its floor shaped to a six-pointed circle, the bed placed against the wall, an armoire at the side, a table and chair for writing by the large window, a couple of couches and lounges, a door to a balcony, and a chest for his other belongings. Outside the chambers was just as impressive as the one inside, when Grindelwald entered, he was surprised with the generosity of Theodore to grant him a home. A large receiving room, well-furnished with olive wood furniture. The lamps that hung by the open windows were also beautifully crafted with images of gods, the hearth had the symbol of Hestia. There was the kitchen that had a complete set for cooking and beautiful ceramics to use for their dining. The baths were large, there were two in the house, just as there were two rooms. Considering that they would be working together, it was most likely the former duke bought it for his own accommodations, one befitting his lifestyle.

"Are you sure they don't know who I am?" Grindelwald turned to Theodore who made himself comfortable at the lounge, the man's feet free of his boots, his shirt removed due to the heat. If the scars of the vows he took were enough for Grindelwald respect him, the sight of the scars on Theodore's chest intrigued him. "I don't recall you fighting in a war, and I don't recall you born during the time of mine." He sat on the single couch by the lounge where the former duke rests. "Burns. Dragons?"

"Norwegian Ridgeback," Theodore answered. "Hungarian Horntails – those were nasty buggers."

"The bites?"

"Almost became dinner for the Medean Dragons, Nimean Lions also have tempers."

"The smaller ones?"

Theodore removed the arm that covered his eyes and turned to the deep bite mark on his shoulder. It was not as gagged or deep or big as the rest. It was a clean bite, not one meant to kill. He remembered getting it about a month ago. "Curtesy of Carina."

Grindelwald chuckled. They both did. "To be young and in love." Said Grindelwald. "I do not doubt you have a solution for the only flaw in this plan of yours?" he gestured to his face. "We might have fooled everyone we passed that I am a stranger, but the Confederation will not be pleased to see my face there."

"I do have a solution, but it depends if you like it."

"Does it look like I have a choice in the matter? So, how do you fix this problem?"

Theodore looked at him for a moment then snuggled in the lounge, his arm over his eyes. "Later, after my nap."

"You claim you want to return to Carina Black, yet you rather sleep than help me now."

"Shut up, old man. I flew across the bloody sea for six hours, rowed us to the mainland half of that, and spent four hours trying to find you accommodations that befits a fucking prince. Let me rest for a few hours."

"A prince does not sleep in a small house on a mountain."

"Look at that, you're complaining. You are a prince. A few hours, that is all I am asking. I haven't slept since we came back from the Gala, just so you know." Theodore turned to his side. "And don't even think about leaving the house."