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In the Dark, A Zabini/ Grindelwald fanfic	By : blaisegellert Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kereston stepped forward, catching each of their hands in hers, and apparating them with a crack. They stood in an alley behind a large building and the sound of Muggle cars rushing by could be heard.
"This isn't your house," Blaise pointed out unnecessarily as Kereston dropped their hands.
"I know," she said, looking pleased.
"I did my former house proud and pulled a Slytherin just for Gellert. There is no lunch at my house. I just said that to get your parents to grant you guys permission to leave. I thought Gellert should see what things have changed in Muggleland as it were and really Muggle places are probably the only safe ones to venture out into these days as Voldemort certainly won't be slumming here."
"Where is here," Gellert asked carefully.
"It's a very popular Muggle fast food place called McDonald's! I thought it'd be somewhere fun to go just so you could get out of the house and it would give you a bit of a history lesson too...at least where food is concerned," Kereston concluded with a chuckle.
"What is fast food," Gellert asked, looking skeptical.
"It's just what it sounds like," Kereston explained.
"Food that can be made quickly for people with busy lives who are always on the go and don't have time to sit down and wait an hour for their food. It's also food that is constructed to be eaten quickly with the hands so you don't need forks and such," Kereston explained.
"Come on."
She lead the way out of the alley and around to the front of the building. It looked rather fancy with its golden arches, and Gellert was hopeful...or perhaps just hungry. Once inside the style of the place wasn't nearly as impressive. It was also distractingly full of people, most likely all of them Muggles. Their children were quite loud and boisterous. Gellert was shocked that parents allowed their children to behave so in a public place of business. A look in Blaise's direction told him that the other wizard felt the same. Blaise's aristocratic nose was turned up in distaste, and his ice blue eyes held a look of mild horror.
"I thought I'd treat you to my favorite thing to eat unless you'd like something else," Kereston said, pointing to a magical looking lit display listing all manner of confusing food options, none of which appeared particularly appetizing.
"Whatever you are having is fine I'm sure," Gellert said and Blaise nodded.
Both were trying to keep an open mind though the place was challenging them at every turn. For her part, Kereston seemed unmoved by all the chaos around them.
Walking up to the counter she spoke to a bored looking youth who looked to be around their own age. That thought made Gellert smile because the boy looked to be in his late teens as did Kereston, Blaise and now himself. He, Gellert Grindelwald was in his late teens again, yet with the advantage of all the knowledge and experience he'd gathered over the years. The thought was not displeasing, and eventually, in time, could even become empowering. With Blaise at his side, when they were free to have adventures, who knew what could happen or what they could discover.
"Okay I've placed our order. Now we can sit down," Kereston said, turning back to Blaise and Gellert.
"Do you fancy a table or a booth?"
The two wizards exchanged a glance.
"You decide," Gellert told Kereston.
She seemed an authority on the place, disturbing as that was.
"Alright then," she said and led them over to a corner booth near a window.
"I assume you and Blaise will want to sit beside one another?"
"Sure," Gellert said with another shrug.
He and Blaise slid into the booth and Kereston settled in across from them.
"It's just that the two of you always appear to be straining toward one another even when you aren't touching, so I didn't want you to impale yourselves accidentally on the table," she clarified with a giggle.
"Your concern for our well being is touching," Blaise drawled.
Before Gellert could form his own sarcastic comment to add to that of his Blaise's, the young man behind the counter shouted, "Number Thirty Four!"
"That'll be ours," Kereston said, and skipped to her feet. Dashing to the side of where she had placed their order, she took a tray that waited for her on a ledge and hurried back to the table. The food was unflatteringly presented in separate paper packets, which Gellert personally did not see as a good sign.
"We all got the same thing, so everyone just grab one of each," she instructed.
It was then that Gellert noticed the strange paper cups that held their drinks.
"Why is everything in paper," he complained.
"Isn't that a bit...shoddy? Where are the dishes?"
"Fast food, remember? No dishes makes things faster and many people take it to go so you can just throw the paper away when you're finished. It's quite convenient really," Kereston explained.
Gellert shuddered.
"It's something."
Blaise chuckled.
"Too right."
"And the cups," Gellert forged on bravely.
"What is in the cups?"
"Strawberry milkshakes," Kereston said.
As she spoke, she pealed back the paper from a long cylinder and thrust it into her cup.
"Milkshakes existed before you were..."
She hesitated and glanced quickly around before continuing.
"Before you went away."
"Well I don't frequent Muggle establishments, so I'd not know," Gellert said peevishly.
In spite of his rising disgruntlement he managed to keep his voice low enough to only carry to the ears of those seated at the table.
"Well it's an ice cream that you can drink," Kereston told him.
"In this case, it's strawberry. You drink it like this," she said, putting the cylinder into her mouth and sucking on it.
"How vulgar," Gellert said, making a face of distaste.
"It is not," Kereston protested.
"It's a thick drink and won't work without a straw. Just try it."
Gellert and Blaise imitated Kereston's motions, removing the paper from the cylinder and placing it into their cups. Exchanging a fortifying glance they took their first drink of Muggle milkshake together.
"That is entirely too sweet and sticky, and where, pray tell, is the strawberry," Gellert complained.
"It's probably got a little real strawberry in there but it's mostly strawberry syrup," Kereston said with a sigh.
"Try your burger and fries," she suggested.
"My what," Gellert asked.
Kereston lifted one of the rounded packets and opened it to unveil what appeared to be a common sandwich.
"This is a hamburger, and no it isn't German before you ask. It's ground beef that has been fried. It's a new way of preparing beef, or at least new for you, though burgers have been a thing, for around forty years. This one has pickles and onions on and cheese along with condiments," she said before taking a bite.
She gave a groan of pleasure and her face took on what Gellert felt was a very obscene expression.
Reaching down to the tray with her free hand, she lifted an open paper packet and stuck something that was long and thin into her mouth, biting down with a crunching sound. Blaise and Gellert watched, transfixed, as she chewed and swallowed before speaking.
"These are chips, long thin ones though, very salty and delicious, and they're called French fries, but like with the hamburger, I don't think they're French."
"Then why are they called...Oh nevermind," Blaise said, shaking his head as he reached for another of the open packets of nonfrench fries.
With a resigned sigh, Gellert reached for them as well, and the first bite stuck in his throat. Oily, salty, and dry! In other words not at all appetizing! Making a face he reached for the milkshake to wash down disgusting with only mildly distasteful.
"You don't like it," Kereston asked incredulously.
"Of course not," Gellert said, reaching in resignation for the sandwich hamburger thing.
"I do at least see why it's so fast to make," Blaise said.
"It tastes like fried paper.
Gellert gave him a pleased smile.
"Yes! That's it. Salted burned paper! You are brilliant."
Kereston sighed.
"No he isn't, because it's potato.
"No it isn't," Gellert shot back and Kereston scowled.
"Yes it is! Now eat your burger. Gods I feel like I'm speaking to a five year old," she complained.
Gellert took a bite of the burger. He was hungry now and actually hoped the sandwich would at least be eatable, but alas. What could he expect from Muggles, after all? Going above their capability in an attempt to make food far faster than they were truly able to. Little Muggles always trying to rise above themselves with devastating results. Unfortunately food was no exception. They could even ruin that. The burger thing was dry and tasteless with an odd unpleasant texture.
"You've got a good mind. Why do you actually eat this rubbish," he asked Kereston, dumbfounded.
"That's so RUDE," Kereston said, eyes round with indignation.
"I bought you lunch, and thought you'd like to get out for a bit, and you are so RUDE!"
"I hope it didn't cost that much," Blaise said dryly.
"Because if it did...You're bloody insane."
"It didn't cost much at all, but that's beside the point,' Kereston said, shooting a glare in his direction before returning her attention to Gellert.
"I was trying to do something nice for you!"
"Well if you had indeed bought me food, something palatable, I would be grateful," Gellert replied, glancing down in distaste at the Muggle excuse for food in front of him.
"Can't you just give me something to eat and then I will thank you from the bottom of my heart," he asked plaintively and Kereston heaved an exasperated sigh.
"My parents work and so there is no food prepared at my place. I certainly don't cook," she said, making a face.
"If I take you back to yours so Bramble can make you something, Sabra and Geo will find out that I lied to them and you know there will be drama."
She sighed, glancing around the busy room.
"What about Chinese food? There is a Chinese restaurant down the block and it isn't fast food. There are dishes. Will you be good and eat it if I take you there?"
"Hopefully," Gellert told her with a grin.
"We'll have to walk," she warned, standing and scooping her burger up to take along.
"That's fine," Gellert said.
"I look forward to having a look around at the outside world."
Kereston smiled and nodded.
"I thought you would. That's why I brought you out."
"And I appreciate the gesture, but this...it's as if you're trying to poison me," Gellert proclaimed with a shudder.
"Yeah," Blaise quipped.
"Leave the poisoning to my mum, won't you?"
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