Private Conversations

[dominioned]

The confessional before you is ornate and well maintained, ebony colored wood embellished with the visage of two angels. A jet black curtain separates the confessional from the rest of the Church, offering a surprising degree of privacy to any eavesdroppers nearby. Unlike the rest of Krakow, the inside is dimly lit by a small light bulb securely attached to the ceiling which emits a faint red light. While the atmosphere isn't exactly cozy, it is private.

A smooth voice calls out to you once you've sat down, familiar enough to identify the speaker despite the partition between you.

"Welcome welcome. I take it something is on your mind?"

We're in a museum now, Harry.

Comments

[notbymyside]

[Hmm. That piques his curiosity.]

Very well, I will address further weeks through the post office. Thank you for your consideration.

And in the interest of full disclosure, can you say why it's easier for her?

[dominioned]

...she was less occupied at the time. [ Said rather sulkily. ]

[notbymyside]

'Less occupied'?

[dominioned]

Yes.

[ That explains nothing, but maybe helpfully or not he then adds. ]

Suffice it to say she was in a better state to take copious notes.

[notbymyside]

[It really does explain nothing.]

I...see.

I'm still not too happy about being spied upon like that.

[dominioned]

[ After a moment he sighs, followed by a somewhat loud thud. ]

And I was not happy with what needed to be done to achieve said spying.