Labyrinth

[tu_vas_triompher]

One moment, the Labyrinth doorway. The next, a narrow bed in a cold room. A scuffling sound at the window pane, sparrows landing and then taking off again. An argument in some other room, muffled by walls but not very well: Go to hell, you're not my husband, you can't come here and talk like that to my kids.

It's all in French.

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[harryhotspur]

He gives Feuilly's arm a gentle cuff. "Art weary?"

[tu_vas_triompher]

He starts to deny it, on instinct, but breaks off with a laugh. "Yes. Yes, I am. Come on, let's head back?"

[harryhotspur]

Oh, good. If Feuilly admits it, he doesn't have too. He ruffles Feuilly's hair, then scrambles to his feet so he can offer him a hand up.

[tu_vas_triompher]

Darn it, Harry's up on his feet before Feuilly can counter-ruffle his hair! He settles for squeezing Harry's hand once he's hauled himself up as well. "Some day we'll come here and there will be monsters," he promises.

[harryhotspur]

"Indeed," Harry grumbles skeptically. "Well, it shall not be now."

...though he hesitates for a second, just in case a dragon cracks through the marble floor.

[tu_vas_triompher]

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wait for it...................


....................................nah.

It's just that room. And outside, the horses; and down the mountain, Milliways.