The shoes were quite big, like Chéri’s feet, they would have needed to be quite a proficient thief to find something of that quality exactly in their unusual size. “Again, I have nothing with me they might wish to steal. I’d show them.” Chéri keeps saying. “So even if these people were to come, alone, with specific intentions towards me, what could they possibly want?” Chéri wasn’t going to give up on that so easily.

Wasley protested. Chéri shrugged “These English names are so odd,” And a little annoyed, “Pierre” rebuked “Officeeeeer. You haven’t introduced yourself either, in fact. That is not very nice. So what is it that I have done wrong, other than having no memory for this impossible language?” Chéri was getting to cocky for their own good, probably, but they were also confident the man wasn’t going to outran them if necessary and by now it felt apparent that the bobby only wanted to be a dick.