"You remember I own this building? Am partners on most of the block?" Rich snorted a soft laugh. "This is an upscale neighborhood, even if it is muggle. The big flat, up above mine? Usually rented to rich tourists for 1000 galleons a week. And this is just a sideline. Not to mention, how much is my arse worth, if yours is between it and trouble? Hufflepuffs are loyal and hardworking. Says so on the box. Stupid is nowhere in the product description."
He was silent as he ran the tip of his healing wand over the cut he had given her, the moved the wand to her head to cast a general restorative.
"Barn in bumfuck Scotland, a Death Eater and two snatchers," he said softly. "Beginning of Voldemort's reign. Had the knowledge of fighting, didn't have the experience doing it for real. I do now."
"Good." He nodded. "And it was a fun little practice. unpack, get settled in, use the hot tub up here if you need to get the rest of the kinks out. Remember everyone else but us around here is muggle if you practice on the roof. Most of 'em are used enough to me running on the streets every morning and doing kata up here so just about anything but overt magic will be fine. If you really want to blend in, and want to stay with that sleeveless look, you might consider going for a whole tattoo sleeve. The Dark Mark is startling. An entire sleeve, or two, is a fashion statement."