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Godfrey nodded, tilting his head upwards slightly as the smell of freshly cooking pizza reached his nostrils, mingling with and temporarily overwhelming the stench of ozone, trash, and humanity that he associated with the city. It was hard not to be aware of it, being that he spent most of his time at Hogwarts or at his home, where fresh air and the smells of nature ran rampant.

Not to say he hated the smell of the city. It was sharp in his nostrils but he welcomed it. Not everything in the world that was unpleasant was bad, after all, or should be thought of as bad. The smells and noise and bustling of muggles all about them had always been a draw to Godfrey, and he appreciated the city for the life it held, and even envied it. He could do without the cars but the rest of what made the city so brilliant, so enticing, made him love it and covet the meaning of it. At times when he was alone or waiting for a light to change, he would close his eyes and pretend the sheer amount of people around him were not muggles, but wizards.

If only they could have a city like this some day, live together so openly without worry, free to create their own stenches and lives in such a city. Hoggsmeade was nothing compared to this.

"Why don't you get a scooter of your own? It would be fun to drive around the city on it." He asked, and suddenly smiled. "Better yet, why hasn't your Dad given you one you could drive and fly?"

Not that Godfrey would want to fly on it. He far preferred to keep his feet on the ground. Going fast was never the problem, in fact, now that he was imagining weaving in and about all the cars and people, he was eager to try it. Maybe he could cajole Papa into getting him one......shame he had never thought about it before.

"Some laws the ministry enforce actually are for our safety." Godfrey reassured Danny, bumping his hip lightly against the taller boy's hip.

"But not all. Besides, if you really wanted to be with someone, just had to or you couldn't stand living with yourself, you would do whatever you could, wouldn't you? Even if it meant a couple of months of court BS."

"And I like all toppings but I like olives the best, all kinds." Godfrey wasn't sure if Danny liked olives, there were certainly a large number of people who despised the very sight of them. But Danny had asked, and a pizza just wasn't a pizza to him unless it had olives on it. "Green olives are my favourite though."

He had loved olives since he was a little boy, often sneaking them from the fridge for snacks. Indeed he had a jar in his bedside stand and would often suck away their saltiness while studying in bed.

Godfrey stayed a bit closer to Danny, sensing he was a bit pensive about his friend. Was he even allowed to see him anymore? Godfrey had never really had muggle friends himself. He had always been content with tutors, Adela, pets, and lake monsters. Besides, he had an uncomfortable tendancy to light things on fire as a child, which would certainly would have been hard to explain to muggle school teachers and parents.

He had never sought out muggle friends either. Josh was the first person his age he had really taken an interest in. And Godfrey knew from.the moment he met him that he couldn't be ordinary with those yellow eyes of his.

Godfrey didn't drink much soda, so he took Danny's lead and plucked a coke from the line. "Oh, sure, I'd love to go. I'm sure my parents won't mind."

He would ask Gilderoy. Maybe he could even manage to wrangle permission for a concert and consideration of a scooter or something out of him. He didn't consider asking Harry for a moment, because he knew Gilderoy would interject and possibly tell him no, depending on how the two had been getting along that day.

"Are we going to get there by scooter?" He asked, grinning. "It'll be nice to meet your brother, but if we all have to squish together, I call the middle."

Godfrey held the door open for Danny in turn, making sure both boy and pizza made it safely through the door.

All the wonderful smells of cooking pizza had made Godfrey very hungry, and if the pizza dropped Godfrey would be nibbling on Danny until he fixed it. Not that Danny would really mind, he knew, and he gave Danny a mischeivous smile at the thought. Godfrey turned his thoughts inward momentarily. He had never known someone so eager to be in his company before. He figured he had to have been really self absorbed or busy studying not to know how much Danny had always seemed to like him.

"Sounds like fun too. I don't think I've ever heard of them before." Godfrey stood on the sidewalk, paying no mind to those who now had to walk around him. The rushing city smells helped to slightly dampen his hunger, but if the way he was eyeing the pizza was any indication, it wouldn't serve to distract for long.

"Your house!" Godfrey answered, not having to think too hard about it. Parks were nice but Godfrey hoped to hang out with Danny a bit in order to get to know him better. And what better place to find fun things to do than someone's house?

"We can go to my house next time, I bet you'd like my Dad's theatre room. But there's more things to see outside. Have you ever seen a wild Jarvey? We've got tons of them in the woods. I tried to keep one as a pet once but had to show Dad where I was keeping it because he thought it was me who was swearing at him." Godfrey grinned, hooking his thumbs into his back pockets.

" Really? Well we have a few different types of magical creatures. The wards keep them in and keep muggles out so they breed a lot. We'll definitely have to get strawberry tarts so I can show you Marvin." Godfrey grinned widely. The lake monster scared the crap out of people but he was actually somewhat friendly.

"If anything you'll get sick of me, Danny. And that'll work perfectly. I have tutoring every other weekend so I'm busy next weekend anyways." No need to elaborate further.

" I like the city but I couldn't live in it all the time. Do you even have a yard?" He wondered if Danny lived in one of the squashed houses nearby. The pizza was sounding tastier every second.