The Gryffindor common room where Hermione Granger stayed was also in a tower. Because of her "Society for the Promotion of House-elves," every House-elf at Hogwarts refused to serve the Gryffindor common room, except Dobby.
After being freed, Dobby had run into obstacles everywhere while looking for work. Even in the Hogwarts kitchens, the House-elves kept their distance from him as if he carried some contagious disease.
Only a few people yearned for freedom. Many could not bear to give up a comfortable life.
Georgiana drew back from her thoughts. Besides offering a view of the distant scenery, living high in a tower also made it possible to install an astronomical telescope. Fortunately, even as a prisoner, she still had that much authority. Paris did not yet suffer from the light pollution of the future, so one could observe the stars of a summer night from within the city.
If Napoleon really was a tyrant, what she had said that day would have been enough to cost her her head.
"Madam." Bailier called to her from the open space of a nearby tower. "Come have a cold drink."
Georgiana felt weak all over and could not be bothered to move. It felt like summer vacation had arrived and all the students had gone home to pester their parents, leaving her with some peace at last. Minerva could tend to her nails, Flitwick could keep writing his music, Severus could begin building his career as a Potions master, and she herself could go on sleeping.
This carefree life left her deeply satisfied. She was such a simple person, so why had she overestimated herself by trying to imitate Merlin and assist King Arthur?
A fool ought to know her own limits.
She set down the telescope and walked toward Bailier.
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