Although London was generally considered a "city," under England's administrative system, it was not a city but two subordinate administrative districts under Greater London, holding the same status as Westminster.
After leaving the restaurant, Pomona glanced at Severus's expression. He looked stern, completely stripped of his earlier ease.
"Let's celebrate somewhere else!" she said.
Severus looked at her coldly.
"Come with me!" She grabbed his hand and was about to step forward, but she still had not adjusted to high heels and nearly fell again.
"Where do you want to go?" Severus asked patiently, supporting her by the waist.
"Wait for me a moment." Limping, she made her way to the women's clothing store next door. She cast a Displacement Spell on a mannequin in the display window, swapping her black dress with the mannequin's outfit. Once she had changed into a professional pantsuit, she felt much more comfortable.
"Follow me." She spoke to Severus, then headed into a nearby alley.
Though Westminster was mainly home to government offices, it still had quite a few residences. Pomona led Severus to a Turkish restaurant and entered an apartment building through an inconspicuous entrance behind it.
They climbed the stairs to the third floor. Pomona took out her wand and opened a door. Inside was an ordinary home that looked fairly cozy, except it had been unoccupied for years and felt utterly lifeless.
"This used to be an Order of the Phoenix safe house. Come in." Pomona entered first and went to stand by a window. "Look from here."
The former Death Eater, who had been curiously surveying the room, walked over.
"Buckingham Palace is over there," Pomona said, pointing in one direction before indicating another.
"Downing Street," Severus said before she could.
"It was only prepared for emergencies. The Ministry of