Shopping should have been something to celebrate, but Felix Yang could not feel happy at all.
The owner of the costume shop, who was also selling things, could not manage a smile either, all because of the man smoking by the window.
The almost tangible darkness shrouding him swallowed Venice's colors, as if no one could ever be happy again.
"Is that your father?" the clerk asked.
"No." Felix Yang sighed. "I just live with him."
"Good luck, kid," the clerk said sympathetically, as if he could already see Felix's miserable fate.
Felix carried several large bags over to Severus.
"I'm ready," Felix said.
No one responded, as though Felix had just spoken to thin air.
"Don't worry, my mother will take good care of her," Felix added. "Where are we going next?"
"Grab my arm," Severus said.
"I thought we were going to learn from Muggles."
"There are no public water buses where we're going," Severus said. Unwilling to explain further, he left Felix no choice but to grab his arm. Then the two Apparated together.
Given another chance, Georgiana would never wear that corset capable of serving as a murder weapon.
The advantage of traveling by carriage was that she did not have to step onto Paris's filthy streets. The moment she got out, she was standing on clean, solid pavement, which meant she did not need to wear high heels or clogs.
Those were another kind of murder weapon she refused to wear. Some high heels in the twenty-first century had metal heels that could genuinely be used as weapons.
Leon Sterndale was not wearing his splendid inspection uniform today, but the ordinary attire of a scholar. With only a little restraint, he was hardly distinguishable from an ordinary Parisian citizen. No one lined the streets