who ? Andrew and Evan Potts. when ? Saturday 21st July [backdated]. where ?Mullafossur, Faroe Islands, Denmark. what ? Celebrations and escaping the heat. warnings/rating ? SFW. status ? Complete.
"This is incredible," Andrew marvelled, drawing in a breath as they apparated to the location of the waterfall. After grabbing a portkey from the Ministry in London, they'd only been on the Faroe Islands long enough to grab a hot chocolate and some Danish pastries, but already Andrew was appreciating how cool it was. Cool enough to drink hot chocolate, which the UK hadn't been in what felt like weeks. "I'm not used to Scotland being so hot," Andrew observed, because he really hadn't ever expected to have to endure such a heatwave. He liked the sun, and it wasn't as if their flat was uncomfortable, but there was only so much that cooling charms could do. "Is it weird that if we had to move, I'd rather live somewhere like this than live in England?" Andrew asked. It probably was weird - or at least based in baseless prejudice - but so far, Andrew liked what he was seeing of the Islands. "Realistically, we'd probably just go to Wales. I wouldn't mind living in Wales, and its still close enough to everyone. There's probably not much for you to do here." The only buildings they'd seen so far were shops and houses, none of which Andrew felt would interest Evan to build.
Handing Evan one of the pastries, Andrew took a sip of his thick chocolate, which warmed him up pleasantly from the inside. "Is there a magical area?" he asked, remembering their visit to Georgia. The magical centre there had been great, and had contained much more fascinating buildings. "I saw in the brochure that there's diving. Do you want to go diving?" They'd had many conversations about creatures of the sea, and Andrew knew that Evan loved aquariums, but somehow they'd never talked about seeing fish in their natural habitat.