Unexpected Holiday

47. Portkey

Rowena walked across her living room in her apartment in Muggle London, sighing in frustration as she noticed another of Godric’s shirts just draped carelessly over a chair. She leaned over to put it away, but the moment that she touched the material…

…she found herself in her lover’s arms, staring at a wonderful view presented through the window. A view of Venice. She could see the sun reflecting off the canal, the happy couples passing by and crossing the small bridges littering the city.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear, kissing it. “Did you like my Portkey idea?”