Nadia shrugged. "Guess it's to Petit Paris then," she commented as they moved to the fireplace, and reached for some floo-powder first. "That's the pronunciation, right?"

She turned to the fireplace, frowned as if in concentration, then threw it at the roaring fire, jumping inside at the same time she said, "Petit Paris!" She was gone in a puff of smoke, and indeed with the ashes getting into her throat chocking her and the ones over her glasses, she stepped of the fire that way and now knowing where in the name she had landed. Actually, she had to step out very slowly if only not to trip on her own feet since she couldn't see a thing.