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18 April 2008 @ 04:10 pm
Arriving in Monte Carlo  
I waited for the bus to come to a halt before I gathered my bags. When I had them on the seat next to me, I stood up and slipped on my jacket, and look to my right to see Lux doing the same.

We both waited for everyone else to get off first, and then we did. Once the bus drove off, I looked around.

Monte Carlo, Monaco.

Lux was getting tired of Austria. I was getting tired of Austria. So, to solve our problems, I pulled out a map and just randomly pointed. I landed on Monaco, and Lux looked ecstatic. Monte Carlo was the reason. A paradise for someone with her talents.

Now, which part of Monte Carlo are we going to reside in? The place is finely divided. One half magical, the other half Muggle.

"I'm still think the wizarding side," I say softly. "Less expensive with what we have to work with at the moment."

"And then we can move to the muggle side," she responds. "Once I play a few hands."

I struggle to recall what one of my aunt's told me, on how to get to the other side of Monte Carlo. There's supposed to be a pub, like The Leaky Cauldron in London. I look around for a few minutes, then catch a faint glimmering yellow around a small building out of the corner of my eye. I look again and the glimmer is gone but I see the words 'Royale Cache Pub'.

"Come on, found the place that leads to the entrance," I slip a bag strap onto my shoulder.

Lux doesn't argue as she follows, her eyes scanning the area, probably taking mental notes of what she sees.

We step into the pub, and I quietly approach the bartender, asking where the entrance is. He smiles, and casts a translation charm, telling me where. Within minutes, Lux and I are crossing the barrier into Marché de Magie de Monte-Carlo, the magic market of Monte Carlo. My eyes land on Auberge de Voyageurs, and I lead Lux in there.

"Bonjour, Mademosielles," the witch at the front greets us.

I smile. "Bonjour," I say softly in french. Advantage of going to a french spoken school. "Combien sont les pièces?"

"De premières pièces de niveau sont 7 faucilles une nuit, de Deuxièmes pièces de niveau sont 4 Galions une nuit et de troisièmes pièces de niveau sont 10 Galions une nuit," the clerk rattles off, the fast pace that goes with most french witches.

Yeah... I think we're going with first level rooms. I dig into my mole skin pouch and dig enough out for four days in a first level room, while quietly exchanging in French with the witch for a few more minutes, then getting a key.

I turn to Lux, handing her one of the spares. "Room 110, in the back. Come on."
Current Location: Monte Carlo
Current Mood: tiredtired
Lux Lisbon: Thoughtfulbah_lux on April 18th, 2008 08:23 pm (UTC)
Usually I handle these things but Nina handled it well. I never took French and only know a few basic phrases in other languages and many of those aren't fit for 'proper' conversation. "Alright, after we drop off our things, let's look around." I want to get a lay out of the casino and see how high the stakes are at the various tables.

When we get to the room, I put my things on one of the beds. "Alright, we're going to need some luck. The minimum amount to play at a table is one hundred Euro's at the Muggle tables."

Nina snorts, something I never really associated with her before. It threw me off the first time I heard it. "Two options. I can go into my Gringotts account and withdraw the money, or you can have some fun with the Muggles." Nina shrugs. "Personally, I don't think dipping into my account will be a problem. I just have to make small withdrawals."

I frown. "Will a small withdrawal be noticed?" I don't ask by who. I don't want Nicolas or Seamus or Aly to be watching her accounts and find out where we are before we get out of here.

Nina shakes her head. "It's only if I make continuous large withdrawals..." she trails off. "A precaution from a past mistake. But I seriously doubt Lesandra is watching my accounts anyway. "

"You can never be too certain," I answer. I wouldn't be surprised if Lesandra did watch her accounts.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," is how she responds to that. I watch for a moment as she slips on a cloak and walks out. I'm not too worried. No reason to be. Besides, now it gives me time to check for any messages from Lesandra.

I see three emails from Lesandra. First one was three days ago... when we started our trip towards here, then another yesterday and then about two hours ago.

The first one:

Lux, where are the two of you now? My tracking spell went off the grid. You mentioned Nina's restlessness. Already have something in mind. And don't worry, you won't have to run anywhere... well more than you're used to.

By the way, you owe me 200 Galleons. Consider it damages rendered for your stunt three months back.

I roll my eyes. We don't have 200 Galleons to spare and it isn't like I am going to see her soon. She can deal with cost, though if I did see her and she demanded it, I wouldn't tell her that. I value my life more than that.

And now on to email number 2.

Headline From Daily Prophet:

Nicolas Poliakoff (Broom Maker and Retired Werewolf Hunter) attacked and harmed in a duel near his home around Midnight. For more information on it, turn to page 4.

I read the rest of the story that Lesandra send in the e-mail. Nina's brother got fairly injured. Not as bad as getting hit by the car, but he'll be hurting for some time. I wonder who Lesandra sent after him. She wouldn't go herself and I doubt her brothers would have just been involved in a duel. They probably would have tried and succeeded and killing him. I have no doubt that Lesandra is behind this though. When I check the third e-mail, I know I'm right.

That better work. Find a way for her to get a hold of this. Go near a magical city if you have to. AND TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE! TRACKING SPELL STILL OFF GRID! Or I'll come find you myself and you don't want that.

"No, I really don't want that," I mutter.

It won't be difficult for her to get the message since we are staying in the magical sector. If all else fails, I will look for a copy of the Daily Prophet, since sometimes tourist places like this carry newspapers from other places, and make sure she sees it. I wonder if Nina's been in contact with Nicolas or Seamus or any of the others. She hasn't mentioned sending a message, but I can't watch her all the time. I know she was restless, but I don't think it was necessary to do that.

Shaking my head and running my hand over my face and then my fingers through my hair, I turn back to the message.

We are in Monte Carlo. I wasn't making enough elsewhere and while the stakes are high, so are the winnings. I'll make sure Nina hears about the accident.

I push send then shut down the laptop and close it. Now, I just have to wait for Nina to return.
Nina Finnigan: pic#70074612bah_nina on April 18th, 2008 08:27 pm (UTC)
I leave Gringotts, the small amount of Galleons and Euros safely tucked away in my cloak. Lux and I very rarely enter magical territories or the markets. I personally feel as I am being watched, but that may be from the situation at hand. I slip the hood of my cloak up and make my way down through the market, hoping to make it to the inn without incident.

"Daily Prophet, Miss?"

I come to a stop and peer at the older wizard standing by a book store, selling copies of the Daily Prophet. Each stack had different headlines, pertaining to the country. But one in particular caught my interest. I pay for it and glance down at the headline in question, and feel a rise of concern course through me. But I don't stay to read it. I head back to the inn and while going to our room I scan the headline.

Duel In Diagon Alley

Broom Maker Nicolas Poliakoff Injured

The door opens as I approach it and I just stand in the doorway, reading the article silently to myself.

Nicolas was injured. Taken to St Mungo's. Kiros is fine, had to help with the battle. No one could properly identify attacker.
Lux Lisbon: smirkbah_lux on April 18th, 2008 08:30 pm (UTC)
I see Nina reading a copy of what appears to be the Daily Prophet and from the look on her face, it can't be good news. It could only be the news of the attack on her brother. I can't act like I know about that though. "What's that?" I ask in a casual tone.

"England's Daily Prophet," she answers, her tone calm, but she tosses it on the bed and goes into the bathroom. "The usual. Bad news glorified." She comes back and places two pouches down next to me. "Some galleons in the red one, and some Euros in the other one."

I glance at the Prophet. Yep, the attack on her brother. It sounds serious, though not life threatening. I pick up the pouches and look in to see the amount there. Nina or her family must be well off. "This should do," I comment, slipping one pouch into one pocket and the other pouch into another. "So should we get something to eat?" I ask. "Or check out the tables?" I'm ready to play against real players, instead of people in a pub.

"You can go on ahead if you want. After spending a few days on a bus without decent sleep, with questionable people around me, I'm in need of sleep."

I nod. "I won't be too long...unless I find a hot table."

She grins. "You definitely have a talent for that."

"Oh this isn't anything like the games you've seen," I tell her. "Compared to this, those games were nothing."