Andrew Bruke
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Andrew walked out of the fireplace, waving his wand to remove the dust from his new suit and sniffed as a stinking smell caught his nose. A rat was lurking in the fireplace he stood and as Andrew stepped into the room he realized the situation was no better. He wouldn't have guessed it was an office in the Ministry where he stood now and the black wizard standing in font of him was concerned with the floo network because from the cheap African attire he wore it seemed like the third world country were more worse than he imagined them to be. "Jambo"he said to the wizard in a tongue known as Kiswahili that he had previously read about before coming here. In Tanzania, East Africa where he now was Kiswahili was the national language and he had learnt some useful phrases that would come in handy on his mission of which the black wizard knew nothing.
The wizard however spoke back in English, a smile on his face and welcomed Andrew to Tanzania. Soon enough he was led to one of the best wizarding hotels in the commercial city, Dar-es-salaam. Kilimanjaro Kempenski was a very famous and old hotel that was recently renovated and it was named after the highest mountain in African which was located in Tanzania. Andrew smiled happily as he was left alone and the black wizard closed the door behind him. He was here as a tourist and also a Healer who was in search of some useful African medicinal herbs that grew in African jungles but his real purpose to be in Tanzania was quite different and it was not be spoken of, not for the first day at least.Today, he was just going to be the tourist and check out the famous spots in town.
At about seven in the evening he set off to one of the beach resorts called Sunrise which he reached after crossing the ferry. Muggle transport, he thought hoping to curse a few muggles that stood beside him on the ferry boat. Although poor, the black men and women were hard workers and although they stunk with sweat they were kind to him as they tried to offer help but Andrew would consider the wizarding African lot kind but there was no way he was showing any affections towards the pathetic muggle lot.
In the next fifteen minutes he reached his destination and the cool breeze from the sea refreshed him."Madafu" he told the waiter because that drink was the specialty of this town by the sea . It wasn't like he was tired or he wanted to go to bed after dinner but he didn't have company and the few phrases of Kiswahili weren't going to help him to get into conversation with anyone. He sighed wondering how interesting it would be to have Adira with him tonight under the cover of the stars and the moonlight.
Translations
Jambo- Hello
Madafu - coconut water
The wizard however spoke back in English, a smile on his face and welcomed Andrew to Tanzania. Soon enough he was led to one of the best wizarding hotels in the commercial city, Dar-es-salaam. Kilimanjaro Kempenski was a very famous and old hotel that was recently renovated and it was named after the highest mountain in African which was located in Tanzania. Andrew smiled happily as he was left alone and the black wizard closed the door behind him. He was here as a tourist and also a Healer who was in search of some useful African medicinal herbs that grew in African jungles but his real purpose to be in Tanzania was quite different and it was not be spoken of, not for the first day at least.Today, he was just going to be the tourist and check out the famous spots in town.
At about seven in the evening he set off to one of the beach resorts called Sunrise which he reached after crossing the ferry. Muggle transport, he thought hoping to curse a few muggles that stood beside him on the ferry boat. Although poor, the black men and women were hard workers and although they stunk with sweat they were kind to him as they tried to offer help but Andrew would consider the wizarding African lot kind but there was no way he was showing any affections towards the pathetic muggle lot.
In the next fifteen minutes he reached his destination and the cool breeze from the sea refreshed him."Madafu" he told the waiter because that drink was the specialty of this town by the sea . It wasn't like he was tired or he wanted to go to bed after dinner but he didn't have company and the few phrases of Kiswahili weren't going to help him to get into conversation with anyone. He sighed wondering how interesting it would be to have Adira with him tonight under the cover of the stars and the moonlight.
Translations
Jambo- Hello
Madafu - coconut water