And he assembles a trade delegation and the flat Valar, who can pretty much carry on a normal conversation at this point, open a portal. They put the portal in the star system but not attached to Godspring's inhabited planet.
And through the trade delegation goes.
"Wizards have nice places. Don't explode it even if he's terribly annoying, there might be company and there're certainly house-elves."
"I got myself willingly involved with him, he hasn't been showing up at my house with questions. If I were like a very tiny bit worse at people I would spend a lot of time worrying that at some point you'd notice this and judge my choice of company."
"Yes, I did! Not for much longer, I don't really see a use case for the remaining Unforgivable."
"Was briefly tempted by Horcruxes when I was younger but now we've got much better options for that, too." They land. "You should probably put a shirt on."
Kiss. "He might get jealous and then who knows what you would have to annoyedly prevent him from attempting to do."
"I just don't like any of the ways you can get a shirt to be reusable with wings. Velcro, ugh. Buttons. Laces. Those vaguely feminine halter top things. Most of this behind the neck with my dexterity, moreover. If it amuses you to do so you can cut this off me later."
"I have absolutely no complaints about your continual shirtlessness." The gate swings open for them. There are albino peacocks in the very groomed yard.
"I don't know. Theodore might, but he'll be mad at me for having dropped by here again."
"My little brothers are protective of me, in their own fashion, which involves in Theodore's case getting mad at me when I do things he thinks are stupid."
"Incidentally should I freak out if anything other than a leveled wand comes up?"
"Elves can do magic without one but he would have to give them instructions to do so, out loud. Don't accept food and drink obviously but he won't insult us by offering, a hat said 'Slytherin' when I was eleven so he has certain baseline expectations of my intellect."
"We never did follow up on seeing if I could throw off potions altogether like drugs."
"With how fast they wear off, even if you can't they wouldn't be much threat to you. I honestly don't expect a problem, you don't pick fights with people whose capabilities you don't know." They reach the main door. He knocks.
An elf answers. The elf has clearly burned both of its large floppy ears recently. "Master Way is having an appointment?"
"Regrettably it would not have been possible to arrange one in advance."
"Master Way is having to wait in the parlor, then," the elf says, and lets them in.
The parlor has house-elf heads. On the walls.
"Of course, master. This is a respectable house, we would not be having fakes."
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