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[most_unlikely]

They arrive in the upper part of an abandoned factory - down on the ground floor bits of machinery litter the ground, but up here it looks a little more lived in. In the loft there is a fold out couch, an old easy chair, a low coffee table and a few other bits of furniture - all of it second hand and worn down with years of use. The colours are

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[ironicname]

Remus walks in after him. Its hand-me-down appearance and lived-in ambiance make the place feel familiar, despite the machinery.

He hands the bacon to his host before finding something to sit on. Old chairs are the best, squashy and warm. He smiles slightly, stretching his legs out in front of him.

[most_unlikely]

"Right then, shouldn't take too long to get something cooked up. How'd you get the Nexus then?"

The 'kitchen' is actually the side of the room with the stove and pointlessly large industrial sink. He rummages in the icebox (yes, it's an actual icebox, with actual ice) for sausages and gets them started in a pan.

[ironicname]

"I'm not sure, myself. Transportational magic always has, by its nature, a degree of uncertainity. An Apparition gone wrong, I think. Misdirected."

[most_unlikely]

"At least you're not splinched into a car or something. You want tea or beer or something else? I think I've some Ribena somewhere."

There is sizzling and good food smells!