The French ministry was very different than the british one in both design and feel as the british ministry was cold stone and metal that had a serious and unfriendly atmosphere to it. The French ministry on the other hand had rich wooden offices built in a vertical manner that circled around the inside of the building with the exception of four large hallways in each directions. The stone was a warm golden marble while the statues were polished bronze that all in total made the place way more friendly feeling as far as Nick was concerned.-
"Papers." The brown haired woman wearing a suit sitting behind a desk next to the floo demanded in a heavily accented english. Nick and Dumbledore handed over the paperwork smoothly and the woman checked them over carefully. She paused slightly when she got to Dumbledores paperwork but snapped out of it quickly and took out a stamp that she tapped on a certain spot of the passports. "Everything is in order please enjoy your stay!" she said handing the paperwork back much more respectfully this time. "Thank you , we will certainly try!" Dumbledore said in French with a smile.-
"Come along Nick , we still need to find a room for our stay." the old man said before leading the way. "That's good Nazgul and Dusk are getting antsy from being cooped up in my ring." Nick said with a chuckle. Dusk needed to be brought along since he both refused to be left behind and was sure to cause trouble if left to his own devices. Steve on the other hand was left in the care of Luna and the other girls who practically jumped at the chance. Even if Nazgul was the favorite of his beast companions Steve was still adored by everyone.-
"That reminds me for whatever reason but will Fawkes be joining us?" Nick asked curiously. "Indeed he will but unlike us he will be flying to whole way here. It is quite the rare treat for him to make such a long journey and I couldn't deny him the experience in good conscience." Dumbledore said with a smile. Nick could understand this easily since even Nazgul liked to stretch her wings on campus when she could. It had caused a rather funny incident in fact not long ago when she joined the Gryffindor teams practice and proved to be a better player than most of the teams members.-
She was faster , better at flying , had very sharp eyes and was horribly strong for her size. All of this combined meant she was able to steal the quaffle easily , beat off the bludgers and snatch the snitch before Harry could even see it , Oliver Wood died a little inside that day. Anyways it didn't take the two of them to leave the ministry though Nick did see a two tailed black cat in it that made him a little uncomfortable.-
He recognized them from the magical beast encyclopedia that was part of the first year supply list as nekomata. These magical creatures were the bane of nearly all wizards as any magic you hit them with caused them to split into two separate nekomata. They were as such typically used as guards for treasures or information since they were the living embodiment of the term "swarm tactics". Nick knew that this creature was here as a warning to the two of them not to cause any problems as the creatures rarely left their territory unless instructed to. Dumbledore saw the creature as well but merely scoffed at it.-
He couldn't be blamed either as so long as he wanted to cause problems there was no way the ministry here could stop him and they knew it so the warning was stupid. Still the ministry of magic for France was very different than the one for Britain as it was actually located beneath the muggle parliamentary building in the middle of Paris. This came as a shock to Nick to say the least as this was a ballsy choice to say the least. The entrance and exit to the place was an illusioned staircase built into the middle of the floor that had muggle repellant wards all around it as well as notice me not charms.-
Not a single muggle so much as batted an eye when Nick and Dumbledore seemed to appear out of nowhere. 'I sometimes wonder if I am the odd one for thinking about it or if everyone else is the strange ones for not.' Nick thought as they moved through the large doors of the building and onto the street. Paris at night time was quite the sight as the Eiffel tower was lit up in the distance and various colorful streetlights filled the city as the people in it went about their late evening business.
"Now to find a place to stay for the night , if memory serves there should be a place not far from here." Dumbledore said casually before starting to walk in a certain direction. Nick could only helplessly follow behind as he was in a totally different country of which he legitimately knows little about really. If he was dealing with wizards he would be fine since he was fairly wealthy and spoke fluent French but with muggles he knew absolutely nothing about their culture or customs and wizarding money was useless to them beyond the material value.-
The old goat seemed to know what he was talking about though as they soon came across an old looking hostel with a pub bellow it that reminded Nick a suspicious amount of the leaky cauldron. It was dirty and ill lit with various drunk wizards sitting about. "Welcome to..... Welcome to the cracked goblet foreign friends!" the old bar tender said with the first couple words being in French until he keenly noticed we weren't and switched to english. Nick was pretty sure that the barkeep knew who Dumbledore was and thus switched to english since he was not in any clothes that would give away his nationality.-
"Look at the stupid Englishmen , probably here to sightsee. Damned tourists." one of the tipsy wizards said not quietly at all in French. "Look at the foolish Frenchmen making an ass of himself while wasting his coin on cheap booze." Nick bit back in French making the whole pub go silent for a moment before bursting into uproarious laughter. Dumbledore raised a surprised eyebrow at Nick "I wasn't aware you knew French?" He with a curious undertone. Nick smirked " I have a bit of talent at learning new languages so I picked it up in my free time along with several others." he said playing it off easily.-
"You've got a sharp tongue brat , have a slice of pie on me." the tipsy wizard said with a laugh before tossing a galleon to the barkeep. It was at this point Nick realized the sort of people French folk probably were. They were probably passionate and brave people that wore their hearts on their sleeves and loved a good verbal sparring. Still Nick wasn't one to turn down free calories and happily accepted the slice of apple pie.-
Dumbledore could only smile and leave the matter alone and talk with the barkeeper into getting a couple of rooms for the night. He succeeded and Nick returned the plate and fork to the bar keeper after using a cleaning spell on them. "It was a good pie." he complimented in French as they walked up the stairs to their rooms. The rooms were not five star quality or anything but were clean and quiet thanks to the silencing charms on them. Nick let Dusk and Nazgul out of the realm where they immediately looked over the room in judgement.-
"None of that you two , we are guest here so be respectful." Nick chided the two beasts sternly. Nazgul merely snorted before hopping onto the bed and laying down while Dusk looked away and perched on the window sill instead while looking out the window. Nick shook his head at this before moving Nazgul over so he could go to bed. He had no trouble drifting off to sleep at all and slept soundly through the night. He woke up at about seven in the morning and stretched with a yawn. There was a slight difference in time between the isle and France so he hadn't actually slept in at all.-
Dusk and Nazgul were less than pleased when he put them back inside the realm before he left the room and walked down the stairs to the pub below that was somehow just as busy as the night before. "As much good food you can give me for this." Nick said in French putting thirty galleons on the counter as he sat down. The barkeeper counted it out with a confused look before Dumbledore's voice sounded out from nearby "He really does have that large of an appetite." he said and the barkeeper looked doubtful but chose to take the money anyways.-
Nick got a whole assortment of fruit , bread , pastries and a small amount of bacon for his money which while lacking in proteins was fine by him. The entire bar watched in amazement as Nick rapidly devoured the spread down to the last crumb. "Where does a small thing like you even put that amount of food?" the barkeeper couldn't help but ask curiously. Nick merely rolled up his sleeve to show his lean defined arm muscles "I am no slouch." he stated with a smirk.
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