a place probably with a tree nearby

"WHAT?!"

"I DON'T KNOW, I WAS JUST SPEAKING GIBBERISH HOPING YOU'D PICK SOMETHING ELSE UP AND LIKE IT!"

"GET IN HERE! MY VOICE HURTS!"

"OH, SUCK IT UP!" he cried, but entered anyways. "So any ideas?" he said, speaking in a normal voice, leaning against the wall.

"Why can't we stay here, exactly?"

"This house is old and is ready to collapse and the only reason it hasn't is because it's being held up by magic."

"But it's huge. And magic's pretty foolproof around here, right?"

"Yes, I suppose. Do you want to move or not?"

Olivia set the book down; not as though she was actually following it anyway. "Do you?"

"I asked you first,"

"I asked second."

"First is first, so you have to answer first."

"I'll go where you go. Unless it's... Haiti, or somewhere unpleasant."

"Somewhere in the United Kingdom, obviously."

"Do you want to, then?"

"I don't care! A change would be nice, though!"

"Sure, let's move, then."

"You sure? You don't seem to be eager." Boris said, pulling his coat off and setting it down.

"I really don't care, Boris." Olivia picked up that book again - upside-down. "As long as I can still get to work without splinching..."

"Oh, hell. We'll move closer to your work."

"Oh, I do hate splinching. Nearly lost my arm last trip out to Appleby..." she rambled. "Anyhow, we're already pretty close. Wouldn't be much of a move."

"Seriously!? Well, it is horrible.. And incredibly painful." Boris nodded in agreement. "Probably somewhere nice. Not the country, nor the south. Maybe a bit up north?"

"That sounds... nice, I suppose. As long as it's not the country. Too open."

"Oh, please no way. Country is NOT the place for me. I was raised in it as a child, though. Or, somewhere near the country."

"Really? I don't think I ever visited, now that you mention it."