"And crossing T's," he said, dragging his words out with mock weariness. "It's a bed and breakfast - Muggle place, but it should be private enough, I think." He'd found it in an actual paper brochure, and had even called - on the telephone, no less - to arrange their stay. He expected her to be very impressed. And the breakfast had looked fantastic, of course, which had played a large part in his decision. "Would you rather get dinner here, or find somewhere near there?" He fancied a more relaxing walk than anything in this part of London could give him, really. His day had been ridiculous.