The other side is-- not ostentatiously odd. It's a bed chamber, smaller than one might expect of a prince, amply supplied with tapestries and velvet hangings on the bed. The view through the window outside is quite grey, a nice English spring drizzle. Harry looks around and gives a laugh of disbelief.
"O, I half thought it would not work. Welcome, friend."
He opens up a trunk at the foot of the bed and starts digging through-- after a moment or two, he produces a sheathed dagger which he tosses to Feuilly.
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The other side is-- not ostentatiously odd. It's a bed chamber, smaller than one might expect of a prince, amply supplied with tapestries and velvet hangings on the bed. The view through the window outside is quite grey, a nice English spring drizzle. Harry looks around and gives a laugh of disbelief.
"O, I half thought it would not work. Welcome, friend."
He opens up a trunk at the foot of the bed and starts digging through-- after a moment or two, he produces a sheathed dagger which he tosses to Feuilly.