Story: Middle Part 10
[[Continuity Note: Whatever do you reckon?]]
Mrs Aldus popped out at that moment, greeting the three waiting for her. Apparently they were in the penthouse suite of one of the biggest hotels in Zurich.
The meeting was being held around a gigantic table in the middle of the next room. Alf was introduced to council member after council member, promptly forgetting each's name to make room for the next one. The council leader appeared to be a woman named Adelina Granada. She was from Nicaragua, a country Alf was pretty sure he'd never heard of before. In fact, most of them were, and he wondered why the magical community had decided to live in such strange countries.
After a brief overview of Alf's heritage, and the telling summoning of the book, the council began to debate the important matter of possible methods for assimilation and whether or not their integration was even necessary. Alf began to get bored, though to tell the truth, he had begun to get bored throughout the entire proceedings. The council, in the way that officials often do, had the ability to make any subject boring. Surely the fact that you exist throwing the country into political turmoil would entertain you? Alf just struggled to stay awake when he would normally be tucked into bed. He wondered why he hadn't thought about that when they left at nine o'clock at night. Perhaps he'd thought that he wouldn't be tired, or jetlagged or completely thrown off. It seemed that all the usual symptoms of long distance travel were there, despite the lack of twenty-hour long plane journey.
Saying a fond farewell (and secretly hoping never to see them again), Alf and the Alduses headed for Sydney. They quickly bundled him into their car, keenly aware of their young friend's fatigue, and dropped him off. Alf left the adults to their talk, heading straight to bed without a thought.
[[End scene.]]
posted by Cedric @ 7:43 pm
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