With a whoosh.
A firework shot into the sky and burst with a bang.
They were only ordinary Muggle fireworks, nowhere near as magical as the Weasley twins' enchanted ones, but she still found them beautiful. Even in the worst of times, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes had remained open in Diagon Alley.
Near Ophiuchus and Scorpio, there were two "gaps" in the starry sky. When they had gone to Brera Palace, they had shown Georgiana a star chart. Apparently, massive celestial bodies occupied those two positions, swallowing up the stars of deep space and creating those "gaps."
At first glance, it sounded rather sad, even if the stars swallowed by black holes had no feelings.
But astronomers believed that through those two "gaps," one could see farther into the cosmos.
Like two holes in a blanket, through which one could see the world beyond the "blanket."
"Put this on," Stanley said, draping a wool shawl over Georgiana's shoulders.
She remembered that someone in Boulogne-sur-Mer had once taken off his coat and put it around her. What had that person been called?
Just as she tried to remember, another firework rose into the sky, bursting into dazzling green light.
She suddenly lost her mood, though everyone else was watching the fireworks and seemed very happy.
The Godfather had always been a rather dreary film, and its pacing was slow. Even its gunfight scenes were nowhere near as cool as those in The Matrix.
Yet it was like a glass of whisky: the longer it aged, the mellower and richer it became.
She suddenly felt thirsty and asked one of Murat's servants to pour her a glass of whisky. Then she drank while watching the fireworks.
"Can you sing that song?" Georgiana asked Stanley.
"Which song?" Stanley asked.
"Drunken Sailor," Georgiana said. She