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Sep. 2nd, 2005 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leplusbeauSomewhere in London, there is a doorknob jiggling.
From inside the empty flat, two voices can be heard outside the door. 'Shouldn't we wait--'...'Why?'
Fleur throws the door open. "Really. If agentz are going to show a flat, they should be on time. You british can be very silly sometimez. In Paris, the landlady givez you a key and popz in every two mintuez saying 'you move in next week, yes?' Very simple system."
From inside the empty flat, two voices can be heard outside the door. 'Shouldn't we wait--'...'Why?'
Fleur throws the door open. "Really. If agentz are going to show a flat, they should be on time. You british can be very silly sometimez. In Paris, the landlady givez you a key and popz in every two mintuez saying 'you move in next week, yes?' Very simple system."
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Date: 2005-09-03 03:43 am (UTC)She latches onto Bill. "If you do not put a large amount of gold in that woman'z hand right now, I will be forced to divorce you and have a very wicked affair with you for the rest of our livez. Doitdoitdoitdoit!"
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Date: 2005-09-03 04:01 am (UTC)His voice lowers. "We can have our very wicked affair without a divorce, my very beautiful wife."
He turns to the agent. "All right. We'll take it. Call in and reserve it for us. You'll want how many months' rent for deposit?"
I love Gringott's; they've got a grand exchange rate from gold to pound sterling. He looks round the living room area again, grateful for every curse-breaking job he's had, every residual Galleon he's earned. "Back to your office, then, to sign papers?"
He hopes he's sounding knowledgeable enough. He's never done this before. But he turns to Fleur, casual in the entirety. "Oh, love: you can pick the sofa."
The agent looks thrilled. "Yes, back to the office; I'll drive unless you want to take your car and meet me there... no? My car, then. The owner will be thrilled. I knew we were holding onto this place for just the right couple; it suits you so well."
Blah, blah, blah. Before they leave, Bill casts a surreptitious little spell: one of protection, one of safekeeping, one delineating personal space. Now, should anyone else try to show the flat, they'll mysteriously be unable to do so. They'll forget what they intended to do, or remember another appointment, or...
And it will also protect the flat from vandalism.
It's theirs.