Amour
The three days between getting his school supplies and setting off to Hogwarts was spent in his own thoughts. He was a nervous wreck, worrying about every detail about his mission. Dazai was right about owls being annoying, as shown when Chuuya met Featherbrain last year, but his owl (which he still hasn’t named yet) seemed quiet as he read through the books needed for the year.
It was a normal owl, just as he planned, white with brown spots so unrecognizable that seeing it cross between the two of them would be nothing strange. He hopes she and featherbrain would get along. Speaking of what should he name her? Her big blue beady eyes stared into his soul, waiting for an answer to suddenly appear... Aha!
“Amour?”
She made a noise of satisfaction before falling to her half-asleep trance. If only Chuuya worked like that. He laughed, a sense of relief flooding through him for the first time in half a week. Within that time, he had read through every book and inspected his wand and broomstick about a million times. Now, he was waiting for Paul to be ready to take him to London.
Dumbledore had told him how to access platform 9 and three quarters (thank Arahabaki) and said that he’d be waiting there for Chuuya. Chuuya himself was waiting for the private jet (yes, private jet) that would be taking them to London. From there, they’d take a taxi to the station. It was quite the hassle, but he’s sure it’d be fine.
Paul was on the ground beside him, checking his luggage (that overbearing bastard) one final time before they left. The plane landed. He glared at it in distaste (seriously, do you need that flashy of a vehicle?) before reluctantly going inside.