"As well as one can settle into a community full of hopeful idiots," he said, his tone restrained as he took care to lock the door and check to see that no one had followed behind him. It would hardly help if people were aware that they were meeting one another. Guy was no popular in the village, but he was not yet unpopular either. He pointed up the stairs to where his room was, the doors already thrumming with magical wards and spells to keep them in secret. No one could hear them in there, and anyone hanging around the door would cause the door to ring softly as a warning.
Guy led to the war, opening the door with his wand for Gellert and standing aside for him. His bedroom had the same pristine nature that a five star hotel room might have. He'd found two chairs and a small table to put in the corner of the room with tea time supplies, a few books piled neatly behind the piping hot pot. "Do you take tea?" he asked, that British sensibility for leaf-water showing.