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Although Fraser had offered Ray a trip to London after Boxing Day, as it turned out it took a few days more before they actually managed the journey. Little things kept getting in the way -- for one thing, Fraser had wanted to try and find Ray's room, the one his ringer had been assigned to nine months ago. He was worried that getting his partner set up with a new room might compromise his cover, and so there was that, surreptitiously attempting to find out where the man had been sent without giving it away that neither he nor Ray had any idea at all where he or his things were supposed to be. Ray had been living in his room since then, and that had brought a whole host of things with it, such as a good hour spent cleaning up coffee cups, candy wrappers, and other pieces of Ray Kowalski detritus that had no place in a Benton Fraser home.

Anyway, the upshot of all this was that it took them a little longer than expected to get to London, though the trip wound up being just as successful and eventful as they both might have hoped. They'd gotten Ray a wand for his new holster, along with a couple of rudimentary books on beginner's magic; had an excellent meal in the city; and then on the way back had somehow gotten involved in a rather strange altercation involving a thief, a bag of goldfish, several angry children and a pair of high heels. With the man in custody, they finally made it back to Hogwarts and Gryffindor, to their room.

Fraser, for one, was tired but pleased. The past few weeks had been a little strange, but there was nothing like getting involved in bizarre and potentially life-threatening situations with Ray to make him feel right at home. "Well," he said cheerfully to Ray, hefting their bag of goodies up onto his shoulder as they approached the door, "I imagine he'll think twice next time."