______________________________________________<br/><br/>The first few days in Louvre had been remarkably uneventful. Besides having had a tensely silent dinner with the King on the evening of his arrival, Harry had seen little to nothing of the royal family. The castle felt hauntingly uninhabited as Harry, on his first full day, had gotten a tour of its grand architecture; they hadn't come across a single person as they ventured through it. Suddenly faced with the genuine disinterest, the royal couple harbored towards him, the length of his stay had quickly become daunting.<br/>It was only on his third day, that Bartholomew had offered to show Harry the city surrounding the keep, something, which Harry had gratefully accepted.<br/>The royal adviser restlessly shifted his stance, as Harry and Minerva were sharing their parting words. The company had lingered in the courtyard adjacent to the stables, horses readied beside them; Harry had, intentionally, declined any Greek escort, including that of a translator. To Minerva, that made little sense.<br/>"I don't expect riveting conversations, ma'am," Harrys said in greek, a humoured airiness to his voice. "I only think the poor man has been asked to entertain me for the day."