Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
"Here?" Maeve raised one eyebrow, a small smile lingering on her lips. "I don't think that would be very enjoyable," she said, thinking of the tiny flat above she claimed as her own. "Not much room, a desk, a bed and a fridge, mostly. Really, I'm quite lucky I'm so small." She took a step away from the older woman and untied her apron, tossing it on the cluttered desk before she waved her wand to take the heat off the cauldrons she had going. "There's an Italian place in London, just a few blocks from the Leaky Cauldron. If you want."