Black/Dolohova Basecamp - a.k.a. Mikey, you really are an idiot.

[most_unlikely]

Mikey has swept up and tidied the piles and piles of strange quasi-magical bits of things and even stranger electronics. There is a rough sort of cot in one corner, the Aga (stoked and with the kettle on), a passable bathroom with an old clawfoot tub and a few bookshelves.

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[sanktanton]

And lo! The Dolohov's are...home? Or at least newly Apparated into their latest hideout. Antonin looks around with a vaguely distasteful glance before catching Bella's Look and managing a small smile. Not to mention curiosity at who this strange man was, acquainted with his wife as he was.

[bellaisbetter]

Bella's Look is very firm, as she lets go of Antonin's arm and adjusts their suitcase (full of tiny, shrunken suitcases) at her side. "Mike," she calls, looking around. She's ridiculously grateful for this, and will say so just as soon as she spots their host.

[most_unlikely]

Rattle! Clang! Mild swearing! ...and Mikey wanders out of the kitchen (it's a converted chem lab).

"Oh, hullo! C'mon in. Tea?" He's got a styrofoam packing peanut stuck in his hair, a kettle in his hand and is wearing his usual bemused expression.

[sanktanton]

There is peanut packing stuck in the man's hair.
Antonin chooses to ignore this, although it takes every bit of his will.
It's quite an interesting sight.

"Yes! ...tea." Oh Merlin, another Look. "Antonin Dolohov, might I add. Quite pleased to meet you. Bella has told me...well nothing, actually, since I recently discovered the Nexus." He holds his hand out to shake, however, and his smile is genuine.