Chapter 4
"Albus, ALBUS!" The Headmaster of Hogwarts looked up as Minerva sprinted into his room, looking frantic and panting. "What is it, Minerva? Lemon drop?" he offered the calming drought-laced sweet to her, but she brushed it aside and thrust something white in his face. It took him a moment to realize it was a letter, and he read aloud the back of it with a frown on his face. "Mr. H Void (Formally Hadrian Potter), Brighton Fourtuna Apartment, Apartment number 405, the bed beneath the stars, Xisuma's base, Hermitcraft," His frown grew more severe as Minerva yanked the letter away and stared at him, silently demanding answers. He sighed, and stood up. "Come, now, Minerva. I think it's time we pay him a visit,"
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Minerva took charge since Dumbledore had no idea how to use the apartment's calling thing. "405...405...404...405..." the woman muttered, scanning the sheet. "Aha!" smiling in triumph, she punched in the code and waited as it buzzed. And buzzed. And buzzed. Just as Dumbledore was about to alahorma the door right open, then buzzing stopped and a distinctly Canadian male voice came on. "Yes? who is this?" Dumbledore leaned in, trying to give the thing a placating smile. He really didn't know how these things worked. "We're here to ah, ask Mr. Void about schooling," There was a pause, some scuffling, and another voice came on, this one very much British. "Come in. 4th floor, 405 is on the left of the elevators,"
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After some time of figuring out how to use said elevators, they stepped off and went to the left, searching for the room, which turned out to be the very last one, the door with the X carved into the handle. Dumbeldore knocked. And the two of them waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, they heard a crash and the door was flung open to admit a rather short, blonde haired man with a bright red sweater and crooked reading glasses. "Hello, are you Xisuma?" Dumbeldore asked gently. The man grinned. "Nope! I'm Grian! Come on in!" he ushered them through the door and closed it. "X is getting Harry back from the park, they'll be here soon," the man threw over his shoulder as he disappeared into the kitchen.
As they stood in the middle of the hall, awkwardly, they also took a good look around them. To their left was a doorless closet that had so much outerwear in it Minerva wondered how it hadn't burst, and to their right was a very tall rack with about 50 different types of shoes and boots. A small star hung from the roof, along with a picture of a cyan-haired man smirking playfully. The messy scrawl on it read, To Harry, from Scott. Happy 7th Birthday!
In front of them was the living room. Furthest away from them was a large window with a sofa in front of it, and to the left of the was a T.V and a fireplace. To the left was a mess of pillows and blankets. A several people, one in a ninja costume, one wearing a Willy Wonka-esque suit, one wearing a shirt with a bright yellow I on the back, and another with flowers braided into her hair jostled for space on the floor as they watched the T.V, eyes intense. In the small space between the group and the couch was a door, wide open. Craning her neck, Minerva could see a bathroom with a large tub and shower. A man with huge eyes stood on the toilet, apparently trying to find something.
In front of the sofa, hidden partially behind the closet, was a kitchen, where Grian and another man, this one with a huge handlebar mustache, were fooling around, spilling flour everywhere. A woman wearing a pink coat stared at them in dismay, shaking her head sadly.
In-between the kitchen and dining room was a long hallway filled with doors that Minerva assumed led to everyone's bedrooms. The door at the end was open just a crack, and she could see a hint of blue...skin? hair? flashed in and out of view. Above that there was another picture of the cyan-haired man, although this time there was a very much real-looking crown attached to it, also hanging from the roof. The note on it was too far away and too small for her to read, but she could guess what it said.