Golden Trunks

He didn't spend much time away from his family in the summer. It was a busy time with work, a lot of social interactions, and a lot of familial expectations. Oralie was home from school and he'd missed enough of her easter break to have to make up for it already, he couldn't very well disappear most of her summer holidays as well. Especially not when she was fearing to lose him since his engagement. Her treatment of Cora spoke a lot of those thoughts of hers, she was somewhat bitter and very jealous. He could read his little sister like an open book, there was no mystery here, and he felt to be in quite a conundrum. He wished Oralie would settle down but he knew it wouldn't happen without a very serious situation between the two of them. He had never done anything like that before, he had never told his sister to settle down or stop some behaviour. He'd never even considered it, anything that upset Oralie had to go. Go and never come back. But Cora? No, he couldn't do that. He genuinely liked Cora and thought they could be happy together. No, Oralie needed to understand that even if he hadn't liked Cora, he would've had to marry eventually. He was just lucky that he actually got along with her, Oralie should be glad for him instead of trying to chase her away.

    He couldn't escape from his work for the sanctuary however, and he didn't want to, either. This was important and he was fortunate to be able to dress up his travels through countries as business meetings. Admittedly, it was a dangerous place to be, the Czech Republic, considering who the last Death Eater minister had been, but he had people to talk to here. Panacea had some offices in other countries, but not here. Still, they had business contacts who were interested in making contracts with their enterprise. Opening an office here in the country would be useful, though the bureaucracy was complicated as all hell. Nothing he couldn't manage, of course, but it was still annoying. At least he could easily travel between countries in the continents, their borders weren't so easily controlled as travel in and out of the UK. From here, he could go to France and the sanctuary quite easily. Just to check in, as he often did when he had foreign business and nothing strictly necessary in the caves. It was important to show face ever once in a while, make sure the people trusted him. Otherwise it could all be for naught.

    On one of his many visits, he'd spoken to a young girl. Probably around his sister's age, charming if a bit feisty. Very French. He was working on finding her some place in Paris for her to stay, he could pay for all of it. Maybe her and her brother. With some French contacts of his he could probably get them some political protection while keeping his name entirely out of the whole business. He'd found out that she wasn't just some non-registered muggleborn like so many others there, she was registered and on the run. Being linked to her was possibly dangerous but he didn't think he ran the risk of that. No matter, those were considerations for other moments. Right now, he was supposed to meet up with the person that had smuggled her over the border. How she'd come into contact with Mr. Scamander, he had no idea, and she also hadn't told him. He had still written a letter speaking of their mutual friend in a very roundabout way and casually mentioned that he would be in this particular tourist attraction today. He merely hoped that the man had caught his hint, because that way they could probably come into some agreement about many other muggleborns that needed to escape the country. So many people to help, and he could make it all easier.