Chapter Twelve
Eventually, they stopped to rest in a hotel in this old, semi-abandoned suburb-Aster was pretty sure it was called Cokeworth, going by the dilapidated sign. Aunt Petunia had gone a little pale ever since they'd gone in, which was odd, but Aster didn't think much of it, considering he had found a cold water bottle for his eye.
Harry stared out of the window on his left, while Dudley talked to his friend on this new phone that cost something like £500. Harry had barely spoken to Aster since the Ye Olde Great Shoebox Fiasco. Until they arrived at the hotel, that was. As they pulled into the haphazard parking lot that could not have passed a safety inspector, Harry's eyes grew wide. "Aster."
"What?" Aster muttered, blinking at his brother. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and outside of Harry's window, a huge-and by huge, like a GIANT-man was walking on the sidewalk, holding a bundle of letters as big as Aster. The giant couldn't have been any less than 11 feet tall, with a huge, mangy beard.
"Holy shit."