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I've already taken the liberty of hiring a team of construction wizards to fix the place up. They should be here in half an hour. One, a muggle-born, said he would bring his muggle…tru-ck. With him to get muggle appliances if your wished them. Another said they would bring as many catalogues they could find for furniture and such."
Harry grinned widely at the goblin who had shed his disguise in the darkened store. The goblin them pulled out a ring of very old fashioned looking keys and handed them to Harry.
"We changed the locks on all the doors as some were muggles, and spelled them against lock picking spells and just lock picking. Only these keys can open the doors to the place and they can't be copied the muggle or magical way. Only goblins can make an extra set because of the goblin spells on them."
"Thank you." Harry said accepting the keys and holding them close.
"I have also had one of my assistants contact the muggles who send electricity and such to this building. It's all been taken care of. Even the magical side. The magical side of the store was just an extra part of the muggle side but quick wards and spells changed that. No one will notice the change."
"Thank you." Harry whispered again, clutching the precious keys and knowledge to him. "Thank you."metal was twisted into the shape of metal flowers and plants. Harry had also had some hanging plants added, hanging from the balcony railings. Large leafy plants hung down adding to the scene.
The matching piano on this side of the store was also more magical and was charmed to play music by itself. It would stop if someone sat on the piano bench or if Harry stopped it.
The kitchen was completely filled with everything it would need, all in the muggle style. Counters and appliances lined the wall while a large island sat in the middle. It was well lit and well heated. The newest pans and pots and such filled every cupboard along with every baking ingredient needed. It was a cooks dream kitchen.
The staff room above the muggle side of the café had been painted a comfortable mixture of reds and blue and held a couch, a table and chairs, a fridge, a few shelves, a couple open lockers, and a stocked bathroom. There was also a corner used up for storage.
Everything was perfect. Mr. Hurst was finishing his painting of the balcony floor. Magic was ever so helpful in speeding the process up.
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Harry yawned softly and sipped at his hot chocolate. His day had been very well spent. His three cats curled up beside him, Alice flopping over his lap. Keiruim sat on the back of his couch with Hedwig cuddled up next to him. Both had been quite happy to see Harry. Keiruim had even had a package for him from Sirius. It was just a letter laughing at him for falling for his 'trick' and 'congratulating' him on his new position as Head of Black family. He'd also told Harry that both he and Remus were well and loved his pies.
could put you on the waiting list."
"I'm supposed to be meeting a Mr. Bishop."
She got an odd look but quickly nodded and led him off to a booth against one of the walls. Harry found himself looking at an average height man who looked to be early fifties. He had short dark brown hair that was still fairly rich and was combed neatly. His skin was a soft peach and only a few wrinkles were visible. A pair of oval glasses sat on his nose and he had a naturally kind look about him. He stood as he saw Harry and held out a hand.
"Mr. Black, I'm Leonard Bishop."
Harry shook his hand firmly and slid into the seat across from him. The waitress quickly took his drink order and handed him a menu.
"Mr. Bishop." Harry said politely, offering a slight smile. "I have heard you saw my ad for a server at my new café. You wish for the position?"
"Yes. I formerly worked at a restaurant in France for about nine years but left after it closed down. I found myself here and came in contact with the information that you were seeking a waiter."
Harry nodded and folded his hands politely.
"Tell me Mr. Bishop, are you a pureblood?"
The man gave a rueful smile and shook his head.
"I am what you would call a half-breed. My father was a wizard and my mother was a siren."
Harry blinked in surprise at this information and took a quick look at his eyes. They burned silver. Silver eyes were a sign of strong siren blood in someone. Males though, never got the voice of a siren that could control people if strong enough. It was one of those things that made the males more 'human'. Sirens were classified as Magical Beasts, not Creatures as the females could not control their voices and thus weren't considered 'human' or 'creature'. Veela had barely made the 'Magical Creature' list as their control was just barely enough. Magical Beast were legally allowed to be owned. Which meant Sirens were legally be allowed to be owned. Harry wondered if the man in front of him had ever had to watch his mother be paraded around as a pet.
"So you have skills as a waiter. Now, I have to ask this, are you in anyway intolerant to any species?" Harry asked seriously.
The man blinked but then shook his head.
"I'm half siren, it'd be a bit hypocritical to hate other magical beings or normal people, though the siren blood in me is a bit uncomfortable around banshees for some reason. I can tolerate it though."
"Good." Harry nodded. "You're hired."
The man blinked slowly, as if confused. Harry just smiled.
"I really do need a waiter."
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July 27th
Wednesday
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Harry hummed to himself softly as he watered his garden plants. They were all blooming beautifully. The magical ones in his greenhouse were growing even better, pretty much taking over the place. Even his vegetable garden was bearing loads.
Harry almost yelped as Keiruim suddenly appeared, diving under his hose and sitting on the decorative bird bath near the hose.
"Keiruim." Harry hissed. "Don't do that. You scared the life out of me."
The bird gave a smug squawk.
"Amusing."
Harry spun at the voice, hand immediately going for the holster tucked at his waist with his wand. He blinked and slowly relaxed as an amused looking Harold stood on his path. The man was wearing an eighteenth century looking outfit of blacks and blues, a cane in one hand.
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