#passport scanner

[samsotechidae]

Samsotech is not just a system development company. It is a technological organism embedded in the reality of the UAE hotel business. Here, documents cease to be paper, but become data. A passport? An identity card? Insert it, and the system will do the rest. No pause, no unnecessary movements, no mistakes. The kiosk in the lobby is open 24/7, like a watchman without fatigue.

Inside is a powerful authentication software. MRZ, VIZ, QR code, RFID module, optical text recognition, automatic data extraction, character recognition, image comparison, face photo — all elements act synchronously. Identification and verification of a person takes place on the fly, with an accuracy approaching absolute. The API and SDK allow you to seamlessly integrate the system into any hotel solution. Adaptive lighting, infrared and ultraviolet illumination provide visual control in all conditions — day, night, noise, movement, whatever.

Every process is protected. Encryption, digital authenticity, anti-photoshop, fraud protection. After registration, the data is deleted. There is nothing superfluous. Only the result. The front office is connected. The system scans, verifies, checks, and monitors. Electronic gates, self—service, local processing, remote scanning - everything is controlled by an integrated computer.

Samsotech is when registration becomes a technology. Not a favor. Not in a routine. It's about confidence.

[lightgaswaterelectricityrent]

practicing my subtle smile for my passport photo

[conspiracyofcartographers]

I have never forgotten my third grade teacher (Ms. Stewart) who had a fit at me for ruining her seating chart. We were learning cursive and she made me feel so bad about myself for existing. She decided I absolutely had to be seated on the end of the row so that I wouldn't get in anybody's way while writing. I never hit anybody's elbow, I kept that shit tucked in, because the right handed people next to me always took up so much room (and this was a problem when we were printing, it didn't just suddenly start when we were learning cursive. I honestly do not understand this woman's logic). It was *my fault* for other student's having bad handwriting, she never considered that it might be difficult for me to write when the person next to me was using 3/4s of the space.

and my personal favorite:

i love getting validation as a lefty but also learning about new fun ways it continues to suck

[hog-babe]

hell looks like the st pancras eurostar terminal

[tektaimoor]

Enhancing School Security in the UAE: Implementing a Visitor Management System

In the constantly changing educational scene in the UAE making sure that there is safety and security of the students and teachers is of paramount importance. Conventional methods of tracking the visitors' presence are not sufficient anymore when faced with evolving security risks. The solution is the School Visitor Check-In System It is an all-encompassing solution that is designed to completely change security measures as well as streamline administrative duties. In this article, we discuss the significance of setting up a reception visitor management system and an Access Control Systems within schools throughout Dubai, Abu Dhabi, as well as the entire UAE.

Addressing Security Concerns

From illegal entry to the possibility of dangers, schools in the UAE have to contend with numerous security concerns. The importance of taking proactive measures in order to minimize threats and assure an environment that is safe for students.

[bradleysass]

miss - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 640

The line for security stretched endlessly ahead of them, coiling around silver poles like a bored snake. Sirius had been complaining since they left the car.

“This is why we should’ve booked first-class,” he grumbled, pulling his sunglasses down to glare at the fluorescent lights. “We wouldn’t even be in this line.”

“We’re flying economy because I paid for the tickets,” Regulus shot back, adjusting his hoodie. “And no, I’m not letting you bully your way into an upgrade.”

James, trailing behind them with their backpacks, sighed. “You’ve been arguing since we got here. Can we just—oh. We’re up.”

The security officer waved them forward. “Passports, please.”

Regulus handed his over. He felt it coming before it even happened—the glance down at the document, the up-and-down look at him, the tightening of the officer’s mouth.

“Uh… Regulus Black?” the officer said uncertainly. “Is this… your passport?”

Regulus swallowed. “Yes.”

“But it says…” The officer turned it around, pointing at the bold “F” printed under sex. “This says female.”

Sirius’ sunglasses came off. “Oh no you didn’t.”

James groaned. “Oh no.”

“Yeah,” Regulus said flatly, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. “It does. I haven’t been able to change it yet.”

“Well…” The officer frowned. “We’ll need to call a supervisor—”

“No. No, you don’t.” Sirius stepped forward, voice rising. “Do you see this man standing in front of you? This man—this Mister Regulus Black?”

James hurriedly grabbed his arm. “Pads—”

“Do you see a woman?” Sirius thundered, sweeping his arm dramatically. “Because I see a man. A Mister. Not a Miss.”

People in line were staring now. A kid pointed. Someone whispered, “Is that Sirius Black?”

The officer blinked. “Sir, please lower your voice—”

“Lower my voice?” Sirius laughed, incredulous. “How about you lower your assumptions? That’s my brother. Mister Black. You’re going to let him through that scanner, or you’re going to explain to me why you think you get to decide what’s written on his passport instead of—”

“Okay, okay, let’s all breathe,” James interrupted, trying to physically pull Sirius back. “Reg, buddy, you’re fine, right? We’re just clearing it up, no need for anyone to get thrown out of the airport—”

“I’M NOT GETTING THROWN OUT,” Sirius yelled. “I’M DEFENDING MY BROTHER’S HONOR.”

The officer’s radio crackled. “Uh… supervisor to lane four?”

Regulus buried his face in his hands. “I hate both of you.”

“I’m winning you human rights,” Sirius declared proudly.

James gave him a strained smile. “Mate, I think you’re winning us a delay.”

A woman in a blazer arrived, looking equal parts tired and wary. “What’s the issue?”

Sirius turned to her immediately. “The issue is that my brother here is a Mister, not a Miss, and we’re not leaving until you address him properly and let him through security without acting like he’s committed identity fraud.”

The supervisor took one look at Regulus—tall, hoodie-clad, faint shadow of a beard—and sighed. “Is the passport valid?”

“Yes,” the officer mumbled.

“Do they match the photo?”

“Yes.”

“Then stamp it and let them through.”

Regulus perked up. “Seriously?”

She shrugged. “Look, I’m not getting paid enough to argue with whatever country hasn’t updated their documents. Go ahead.”

The officer stamped it, sliding it back over. “You’re good.”

Regulus grabbed it with a tight nod. “Thanks.”

Sirius threw both arms in the air like he’d just scored a goal. “VICTORY!”

James practically dragged him toward the conveyor belt for their bags. “Please stop talking before they change their minds.”

Sirius beamed at Regulus, slinging an arm over his shoulder. “I told you I’d have your back, baby brother.”

Regulus sighed, but a reluctant smile curled his lips. “Yeah. Thanks, Pads.”

James sighed too, exasperated but fond. “Next time, can we just drive?”

“Absolutely not,” Sirius said smugly. “I need an audience.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Devil Wears Armani 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you’re the CEO’s new PA and you find the work too much to handle. (short!reader)

Characters: Tony Stark, this reader is known as Georgie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

—posting to the correct blog lol—

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

The appletini at girls' night does little to ease you through a restless night. You’re not a traveller. You’ve never flown before. The only reason you have a passport is it was required for the job. You didn’t expect to actually use it. 

You give into consciousness around 3am and double check your bag for everything you need. You forego your usual coffee as you fear an anxious bladder adding to your addled state. You still can’t figure out why Mr. Stark told you to come along. You don’t have anything blocked into his calendar. He’s had weekend meetings before but you usually pop into zoom to take notes and nothing else. 

You spare the fare for a cab as the streetcar isn’t in service yet and you don’t feel like venturing into the underground at this hour. The ride is swift in the dead streets of the city. You don’t think you’ve ever seen them so empty. 

You arrive at the airport and realise you’re missing a very important piece. A boarding pass? Terminal information? Any sort of direction to find where you need to be. Well, it never hurts to ask for help even if you don’t get it. 

You enter and go to the counter. The woman behind it looks tired as dark rings stain her sockets and she fixes her smile to greet you. You nervously clench your jaw and exhale through your nose. 

“Hi, I... I’m supposed to be flying, er, private? I work for Tony Stark?” You creak out through your dry throat. You need water. 

“Mr. Stark?” She lowers her brow, “do you have proof of employment?” 

“Erm, yeah,” you unhook your keyring from your purse and shove it towards her. Your company ID is hooked onto the cluster of novelty attachments and keys. 

“I need to make a call,” she says as she examines your identification. 

Great. 

You bob nervously on the other side of the counter as the attendant speaks quietly into the speaker. Your phone buzzes and you jingle the keys as you find it. Stark has sent you a simple message; ‘Terminal 1, tarmac. Now.’ 

As you peek up over the counter, the woman hangs up. “You need to head up to Terminal 1. Find an employee there, in a white shirt like mine, and show them this.” She kits a few keys and her printer grinds with great effort. She hands you a boarding pass but most of it is empty. There’s only a code at the bottom. 

You thank her and head off. You scramble through security, walking through the scanner as your bag rides the conveyor through and x-ray. You retrieve your things on the other side and run off to reach Mr. Stark before he gets too impatient. He’s probably already agitated. 

You check your watch. It’s only 5:01am. You’re on time, right? 

You follow the signs to terminal one and find a large man standing by a ramp entrance. You approach him and show him the pass. He points you to another employee at the far end as he talks over his walkie talkie to them. You cross the tiled floor to meet the man and he beckons you towards another ramp. 

You’re led down to the tarmac and left to shuffle across it on your own. You’re only told to approach big jet waiting by a tower set of stairs. There’s an attendant at the bottom who greets your brightly and you show the pass again.  

“Mr. Stark is expecting you. May I take your bag?” She offers. 

“No thank, I can handle it,” you nod and lift the bag off its wheels. 

You climb a stair at a time and pass another attendant at the top. She directs you to leave your bag in the front carriage and you roll it behind the wall of webbing there. You turn to the ivory curtain and peek through tentatively. The movement of fabric draws Mr. Stark’s gaze from his phone. 

“Get in here,” he demands, “about time, George. I was about to fall asleep.” 

You push through and near him, “sir, did you need coffee?” 

“They got the long-legged ones for that,” he waves away your offer with his lecherous allusion to the pretty, tall attendants. “Sit.” 

You look at the chair on the other side of the table, across from him, and you hesitate. You lower yourself into the cushy seat and cross one leg over the other, your foot bouncing anxiously. You clutch your hands together and stare at Mr. Stark. 

“You look tired as hell,” he cackles. 

“Sir, it’s early.” 

“Ah, don’t let that ruin an all-inclusive. Tell me, Georgie, a girl like you, are you jet-setting every weekend? You got billionaires flying you to the Caribbean on the reg? Didn’t think you were the popular type.” 

“No, sir, I--” you try not to wince at his insinuation. You are all too aware that you’re on the bottom rung of the ladder he sits atop of. “Thank you for this. It’s very nice of you to bring me along.” 

“You are very welcome,” he says smugly, “move.” 

He points to the seat next to him. 

“Oh, uh,” you pull your hands apart and push yourself up with the armrests, “sorry.” 

He grunts, irritated, and signals with two fingers. As an attendant approaches, you sidle around the table and in front of Stark to get to the other seat. You feel a brush on your thigh but ignore it. It’s a tight squeeze.  

He asks for an espresso as you lower yourself down. He reaches over and pinches the fabric of your pants, just at the top of your knee. He sniffs. 

“This isn’t very Caribbean-friendly. You’re gonna sweat your tits off,” he derides. 

You try not to show your embarrassment, ignoring the urge to cover your chest at his comment. Out of habit, you put on your usual attire. A cardigan, a tidy blouse, and slacks. He huffs again and tugs at the sleeve of your cardigan. 

“Get rid of this,” he demands. 

“Oh, uh...” You sit forward as you undo the single button and you shrug out of the wool. He swipes it away and tosses it on the floor.  

The attendant returns with his espresso and gathers up your cardigan as you send her an apologetic look. Stark takes his coffee and tastes it before setting it on the table. He turns to you and clucks again. You let out a squeak as he reaches to pop the top button of your blouse, then the next. You flatten yourself to the seat helplessly. 

“Better, gotta let those things breathe,” he winks and sits back with a smirk. 

[barksbog]

Avast has your site pegged as a fake e-store. Your creatures look adorable and I plan to order a pac-man frog for my little one

thanks for letting me know but there literally is nothing i can do about it. a lot of these scanners flag any small webstore and the only way to be removed from their list is usually to upload personal documents like passports and business licenses and/or pay them money

[colouredbyd]

no because what do you mean i can’t just fly to another country because i have a lebanese passport?? like sorry my government-issued piece of paper isn’t powerful enough for your airport scanner. the earth is literally a floating rock in space and somehow i need a visa to go touch grass in a different timezone???

who decided this. who made borders. what the fuck.

[fiore-region-appreciation]

Pokéballs (and by extension capture stylers) are safe to go through airport scanners, however the Pokémon inside must be released beforehand to prove you're actually transporting a Pokémon and not, y’know, anything illegal.

Occupied Pokéballs also must be transported in hand luggage only, to avoid the Pokémon being accidentally released into the cargo hold.

The Pokémon will also require its own documentation and passport to prove it's not being smuggled, and that it has a clean bill of health.

[samsotechidae]

[ceasarslegion]

Hi!! I'm going to be going on my first flight soon, and I'm EXTREMELY nervous about it, and I would genuinely love to hear your comprehensive breakdown on how airport security works both in general and in specific with trans people (I'm also trans, so I'm just generally interested in this), but it would help my anxiety to know what to vaguely expect. (Although I don't know if it'll be fully accurate because I don't know if theres a difference between US airport security and Canadian, because I think you've mentioned being in Canada????. Sorry that this ask is so long, I'm a rambler)

Hi, hi!! No need to be apologetic or nervous at all, flying isn't something most people do regularly and when the regulations are constantly changing in response to other incidents or threats or just efficiency feedback its easy to feel overwhelmed by it! Im also TSA-certified, so I can tell you how it works in the states as well.

The biggest thing to keep in mind is that we just want to make it smooth and quick for everybody, and if we start getting short or seem to be irate, its not because of you. It's because we deal with thousands of people per day and only about 20% of them actually listen to the things we tell them to do an equal number of times. If you ever wonder why we tell you one hundred million billion times to take out your laptop its because people STILL leave them in and then try to claim no one told them to take it out when they end up at bag search. Its because we get 500 people minimum a day whining about "radiation" and "facebook said-" when they get to rhe body scanner. This job is a test of patience and strength that could move mountains. We are irritated at the general state of things, but if youre someone who listens to our instructions and treat us like people instead of standees or robots, we will grovel for you.

For the actual process, if youre in the states, the longest part is always waiting in line. There'll be an officer at the front to scan your boarding pass the first time and then direct you to either the main line or the priority lane depending on if youre a regular passenger, someone who paid for a line jump, or someone with a disability, children, or generally in need of extra help. After your wait, there'll be another officer to scan it a second time before you get into the security line. In the states, they usually ask for your travel document (ie, passport), and then take a photo of you. Then they'll tell you which security line to jump into.

When you get to the bins, the general rules for the US are shoes come off, outerwear like jackets, belts, and anything in your pockets. Local rules change airport by airport depending on what equipment they have available, so just listen to the officer in front of you do their spiel of what you need to take out of your bag, if anything. Medication doesnt count towards any liquid regulation, so if you have liquid medication that's over 100ml, dont worry about it. They'll just pull your bag and test it, they wont take it away from you.

I WILL however warn everybody that there is a lesser-known universal regulation against inorganic granular substances greater than 350 grams in volume (about what can fit in a pop can). This one is non-negotiable, medical or not. We dont make that rule, thats INTERPOL, so please dont come at us for something we didnt decide, we have to feed and house ourselves, but you can be informed. The main medical thing I see get taken away with this are weighted comfort objects for autistic people and granular medications with zinc in them. This rule is JUST for carry on, you can check a bag with them inside it and be fine, so if you have either of these things, please just check your bag.

After youve put all your stuff in the bins and pushed them onto the rollers, you can walk over to the body scanner. Usually theres a scanner and a metal detector. There will be an officer there to tell you which to go into. The metal detector you just walk through normally like a door, the body scanner will have markers on the ground to mark where to put your feet, and a silhouette facing you that you'll just have to mirror the pose of until youre called to the other side. If you beep on the metal detector, theyll scan you. If you dont, life is good. If you get an alarm on the body scanner, they pat down that area, if you dont, you go on your merry way.

IF you get a crotch or chest (if you have breasts and/or identify as femme), theyll usually try to get rid of the alarm by giving you another try and telling you anything you should adjust on your clothing. Contrary to popular belief, we dont want to touch strangers' crotches if we can avoid doing so. If the alarm persists, don't freak out. You have the right to request an officer of the gender you feel most comfortable performing the search on you, including requesting officers of a certain religion (we get Muslim women requesting other Muslim women officers a lot), or even a trans officer if you're trans. I cant GUARANTEE there will be one available, but it is something you have the right to ask for and get if they can accommodate it. You also have the right to ask for a private search room, and a witness to come with you or watch, like a family member or friend. The search also never goes under clothing, and theyll show you how its done on themselves before they come anywhere near you, we dont have the clearance to perform strip searches and that is WAYYY above our pay grade.

If your bag gets cleared by x ray, you can take your stuff and go. Youre all done! If anything ends up on the search side though, just go wait in the queue at the bag search station until your bag is pulled, identify it and yourself as the owner, and watch them search it. 99.9999% of bag searches i perform are nothing, its usually just the way things are lying around (it AMAZES me how sketchy passengers can make their bags look with nothing at all). If they pull out a non-permitted item, you still have the option to check your bag if you wanna keep it. If you say you wanna check it, theyll escort you back out and you go back to your airline and tell them you wanna check another bag, then go back to security and just do everything again.

Quick hack: if youre VERY NICEYS to us at bag search, where we get the most Karens and Kevins, and you need to be escorted out, we will usually tell the officer out front to put you into priority when they see you again. If youre meanies, we'll make you wait in line again. Be niceys and we will do everything we can for you, because 80% of passengers are just turbo-assholes who accuse us of everything under the sun that ends with -ism.

If you get pulled for a random bag check, dont worry either. It actually IS random, I cant tell you how we do it otherwise people can use it to avoid it, but the world is a lot more diverse than people think and airports are microcosms of that. The majority of people are not white, cishet, able-bodied men, so in a truly random pull of people, most people are not going to be white cishet abled men.

For trans people specifically, I actually dont have a lot to add. Most of it is that because the body scanner looks for concealed items under clothing, it alarms on packers and breast augmentations. If you can remove those, put them in your bags and go through without them. It's not after you for having those things, it just sees a concealed item of significant size and its whole job is looking for concealed items. I can tell you right now too that we see so many people, so many bags, so many sex toys and kink gear and odd items and everything you can possibly think of that we will NOT remember you or your bag. A packer or a breast attachment is baby shit to me if im on x ray or bag search. It leaves my brain and ceases to exist the moment I clear that bag, and you also cease to exist the moment you leave my field of vision. When you deal with 14,000 people per day you develop the object permanence of an infant. The only passengers I ever remember are the ones who make my day brighter, and the ones who I want to beat the shit out of. If youre just a face in the crowd I will not remember you at all. So if youre going to be remembered it'll be because you either made that officer smile, or because you made them want to bite you. Not because of anything youre traveling with.

ALSO!! If you do get a bad officer, because they exist in every workplace, there are complaint lines you can contact. Try to get the name on their uniform, note the time, the line, and what part of the process you were on, go to the TSA website and file a complaint against them with your boarding pass attached. They'll go back through the CCTV footage and investigate the legitimacy of the complaint to determine if that officer needs disciplinary action and if you are entitled to any compensation for their actions towards you. Even better if you can get their badge number but it is a massive string of numbers that I dont expect anyone to remember. This is also relevant if something of yours gets broken in the screening process. If its no ones fault or an honest mistake, it doesnt come out of our pay, so dont worry about our rent if someone like, accidentally drops your laptop and it breaks while swabbing it. It does come out of our pay if we did it on purpose or through sheer carelessness, but thats the only time it does.

[marcobodtlives]

Airport Shenanigans

Armin’s the mf who gets to the airport 8 hours early.

Eren leaves early then forgets something and has to turn around at the last minute and ends up late anyway.

Mikasa is on time every time (magically) without trying to be.

Sasha is on time but falls asleep in the waiting to board area and almost gets missed entirely.

Connie gets lost several times and panics just as many times. He also forgot to pack socks and underwear.

Jean almost boards the wrong plane. He also has a giant carry on full of art supplies to hulk around.

Marco is ultra prepared but is more concerned with making sure everyone else makes it.

Ymir gets into a fight with the people who do the baggage checks.

Historia gets lost in the crowd but makes it aboard before everyone else somehow.

Reiner refuses to use the trolleys and just brute strength carries everyone’s bags for them.

Bertholdt gets stuck at the passport scanners because they don’t pick up his face and he has to duck down for it to scan him properly.

Annie is silent, small, and sleep deprived but so scary looking that the crowds mystically disperse around her.

Levi should probably have been questioned upon arrival because he brought exotic tea stuff back in his carry on luggage, but he isn’t?

Erwin steals the baggage check man’s job by loudly instructing everyone in a booming voice.

Hange is put in an interrogation room because their bag is full of questionable science things and sniffer dogs went off the wall.

[letstrythisout4]

Mary and Harry

Part 1:

October 31, 1981

The sound of faint crying was the only thing that kept Mary from falling to her knees in the rubble beside James. James laid at the foot of the staircase, not a wand in sight, wearing those godforsaken snitch patterned pajamas Marlene had gifted him just two years ago. 

If it wasn’t for the way his chest was so still Mary would have assumed the fool had just fallen asleep standing, it wouldn’t have been the first time. 

The crying grew to wailing and Mary shook her head and raced up the stairs, tripping in her hast to not step on James. “Don’t think too hard about it.” Mary told herself, incredibly aware of the tears that streamed down her face. 

The second story of the house was practically not existent, the walls had been blown apart, leaving them in ruins. It was hard to believe that this was the same house Monty and Effie had gifted James just a couple years ago. The nursery was a shell of itself. Mary could remember spending hours painting the forest mural. Lily was insistent that Mary paint it rather than a professional. Lily said it would “provide a personal touch” and that “it’s rather rude to argue with me, I mean you wouldn’t want to stress the baby, would you?” , smiling impishly as she sat in the rocking chair, watching Mary slave away on the walls. 

Weeks were spent in that room, Mary painting, James, Marlene and Sirius cluelessly putting together pieces to make furniture, Remus laughing from where he sat on the floor beside Lily. Lily rocked back and forth watching as her family was all in one room working around the clock to make sure everything was perfect for their newest member. They had finally finished just a month before Harry arrived, the mural was a beautiful mix of greens, browns and blacks, with shadowy images of a deer and a doe hidden amongst the trees. The furniture was finished and strong, the room was filled with light from the bay windows and toys that Harry wouldn’t be able to truly use for years were waiting for him on the shelves. 

Now the nursery wasn't illuminated through the bay windows, there was no laughter, the toys were broken and Lily wasn’t in her rocking chair. No, now the windows were gone, replaced by a hole where the walls used to be, taking the mural with it. Remus had packed away his laughter when he began getting sent on missions with the wolves. And Mary couldn’t see Lily, only her shoes which peaked out from the rubble.

A sob tore its way through Mary’s throat as she took in the sight. A hot burn followed it and she nearly doubled over, sick with the realization that her life as she knew it was over. But a sob louder than her own took her focus. The crib was miraculously untouched, no rumble inside of it, the only thing to be found inside was a boy. Deep brown skin, jet back hair, and wet brilliant green eyes stared up at her. 

Mary picked up Harry as gently as possible, held his face to her shoulder and ran. Ran out the room, down the stairs, and out the back door. She didn’t stop until she was past the apparition wards, she took a breath and popped away.

—

“Name?” 

“Mary MacDonald.”

“Passport?”

Mary slid the booklet under the glass and to the woman. The woman had a rude voice but the darkness around her eyes spoke to more than just her being rude for the joy of it. The woman scanned the passport, checked her monitor and swiftly slid the passport back towards Mary.

“And you only have one carry-on, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Place your bag on the conveyor belt, walk through the metal detector. Your bag will be on the other side waiting for you, thank you for flying with us today.” the woman said, sounding robotic, and sloppily gestured to the scanner behind her.

“Thank you.” Mary walked towards the detector, attempting to appear more confident than she felt. Once given the green light, she snatched up her briefcase and hustled to her gate. She waited, impatiently looking between the tunnel entrance and her fellow passengers. A yawn escaped her before she could stop it, numbers began being called and she stood in line to board her plane. 

Seat 9A was an aisle seat as close to the front of the plane as could be without paying for first class. It gave her both enormous anxiety and comfort to be on a plane. On one hand there had been any attacks on muggle transportation yet but on the other she wouldn’t put it past the universe to decide her flight was going to be the first. Mary slipped her briefcase between her calves, holding the strap of the bag in her right hand, fist clenched tightly around it. 

She spent the next 8 hours like that, only allowing herself a few seconds to untense her legs or fist when they grew numb. They landed in Washington, D.C. around 2 A.M. Mary practically ran off the plane and out the airport. She managed to wave down a taxi and within thirty minutes, Mary was in her recently rented studio apartment. 

The apartment was completely empty, just a kitchen with basic appliances and a bathroom. Once Mary tripled checked the lock of the door, she got to work. She threw off her shoes -converse Lily had bought her ages ago- and walked towards the open windows. Floor to ceiling windows with a beautiful view that Mary immediately charmed to be practically indestructible and tinted. After pulling down the blinds purely for her own sanity, she charmed every inch of the apartment. No spell, no animal, nothing was to make it into the apartment without her explicit and willing permission. After setting up every protection and ward she could think of, Mary placed her suitcase in the middle of her living room floor, opened it and stepped right inside. 

Inside the suitcase was a ranch style house, unlike the apartment above, it was completely decorated and stocked with enough food to last her months. She walked through the main hallway to the bedroom beside the Master’s and found Harry sleeping away in his crib. The crib was a last minute purchase, it was good enough quality but didn’t hold the same memories as the one before it.

“I guess we’ll just have to make new ones, Harry.” Mary told the boy who was ignorant to her hovering. She ghosted her hand across his cheek, she had been lucky he had slept through the flight and airport wait. Mary knew she would have panicked if the charm to notify her when Harry awoke had gone off.

Mary felt her knees buckle and didn’t even try and stop herself from falling beside Harry’s crib. She laid there next to him, staring at the ceiling wondering how this could be. Sirius was the Secret-Keeper, he would never have allowed James and Lily to be compromised. 

…No. No, he wouldn’t. Sirius had too much love and respect for the entire Potter family to ever turn his back on them. He would never stand beside a cause that killed Fleamont and Euphemia, a cause that killed Marlene, a cause that killed James and Lily.

But if it wasn’t Sirius, who?

—

Author’s note: yes I am starting another series, but good news this one is actually entirely planned out (at least the first book/part of it is) so really this is fine.

[dirtybitfic]

COMPANY PT.2

Contains~ flirting , slight touching😼, awkward/sexual tension,

Y/n pov-

I jolt up in bed to a rustling sound coming from the corner of my room. My heart is beating a mile a minute until I look over and see Matt grabbing my suitcase and makeup/ toiletry bag.

I put my hand over my heart trying to calm myself . He turns around when he hears my obvious heavy breathing. " Im sorry I didn't mean to scare you I was just grabbing your bags and going to put them in the car" he explains as he slings the bag over his shoulder with ease.

"No its okay just startled me a bit... thank you for grabbing my bags" I say with a smile. " Of course now i'm gonna go put these in the car but I laid out an outfit so you can just throw it on and get into the car" he says with a smile as he heads to the door. "Oh uhh thank you" I say as I run my hands through my hair and get out of bed . "ill be back up in minute to get you and then we'll head out okay?" "Okay sounds good" I say as I walk to my bathroom to go pee and splash some cold water on my face to really wake me up.

I walk out and look on the small seating couch I have pressed against the left wall seeing the outfit he picked for me too wear. Its cute but comfortable so I'm happy he chose it . I throw on a comfortable pair of underwear and get the outfit on and throw on some of my micro mini ugg boots. I put my hair up in a messy bun to keep it out of my face and grab my AirPods, phone and charger and throw them in a small purse and head to my living room to sit on the couch and wait for him to come back.

I sit looking out at all the buildings and the dark cloudy sky . It makes me a little nervous for the flight seeing that its definitely going to be a stormy day which isn't unusual here but flying through a storm is never ideal.

The door opens making me look up at Matt coming in . Its weird seeing my boss just freely open my door with a spare key it almost feels ... wrong . I brush off the feeling creeping down my spine when he smiles at me " Ready to go" he asks as he sets the extra key on the counter. "Yep" I say as I stand up and walk over to him. "Got everything you need?" he asks me before we leave and I forget something. " I got my phone, charger , AirPods, keys anddd oh shit my wallet one sec" I say as run off to my room . "Don't forget your pass port its on your bedside table" he yells after me .

I grab my wallet and passport sighing happy he reminded me to grab it . I run back down the stairs out of breathe . " Okay now I have everything" " And to think little miss perfect almost forgot the two most important things" He says in a joking teasing tone. I roll my eyes and smile and my cheeks flush in embarrassment . " Okay lets go don't want to be late" He says as he ushers me out the door .

We take the elevator down in silence but it's not awkward it's a very comfortable silence . We walk out and head down to the underground parking deck making it to his car . He opens the door for me I smile at him as I climb in and he shuts it behind him . He makes his way around the car opening his door and getting in turning on the car and pulling out of the spot driving through the scanner bar that lifts and we're off to the airport.

The ride take about 30 minutes . I look out the window watching the city go by as he speeds down the highway.

After a bit we reach the private entrance to the jet and plane area . He parks and we make our way through the small check in . " Hi Mr. Sturniolo we'll just need to see both of your ids and passports and run a quick bag check and the you'll be good to go" the man says at the desk . "Of course here's mine and " I hand my id and passport to him "here are hers" . "Thank you everything looks good have a safe flight" he says as they take our bags out of the scanner and wheel them to the door. We walk out of the door and down the stairs to Matts private jet . They put our bags in the cabin for us and the pilot greets us then goes back to the front to start up everything before we take off.

I take a seat in the seat across from Matt and pop in my AirPods starting my playlist I downloaded last week. I lay my head back and relax into the seat . After maybe 10 minutes we take off and our starting our long ass fucking journey to France.

I must have fallen asleep because I jolt awake when I feel a tap on my knee. I take out my AirPods and look at matt who's leaning closer to me . " Im sorry to wake you up but we have about an hour left to the flight " he says . I notice his hair is a bit disheveled and his eyes look a little glazed over . " Wait there is only an hour left ... how long did I fall asleep for?" I question in shock knowing this flight was like 14 hours long . " About 12 hours " he answers casually . " Jesus I haven't slept that long In years" I say as I rub my eyes and yawn . " You needed it after last night " he answers with a comforting smile. " Yeah I guess your right .... Thank you for you know ... it was very nice of you" " Of course you know I care about you " he answers as his hand softly caress my thigh. " I- I know but still thank you it meant a lot to me for you to care that much" I say as I look down at his hand thats still on my thigh. I trace the veins that run from his knuckles to his wrist with my eyes . " We'll now you know that I mean it when I say i'm always here for you if you need anything " he says and I look up at him returning the warm smile he gives me. His hand leaves my thigh and I hate to say it but I so badly wanted to grab it and place it right back where it was.

The last hour goes by quickly and we've landed at a small airport right outside of a large chateau castle type of building.

" This is our hotel" matt informs me as we step off the plane ." The hotel has its own landing strip?" I ask in shock."Yes . They have a lot of high class business people who stay here so it just makes sense" he says as he grabs both our bags and starts walking to a large gate that has large gargoyle on each side. I smile as I take in the gothic architecture , if the is just the gate I cant wait to really get a close look at the château itself.

The gates open as two men stand their smiling. "Mr. Sturniolo so nice too have you back here its been so long" the older man smiles as I follow matt through the now open gate . " I wouldn't stay anywhere else James i'm so glad you had rooms open . I would have been heart broken to have had to stay somewhere else" Matt reply as he gives the man a hug. "I do have some unfortunate news Mathew and we are truly sorry about the trouble it might cause" The man says is a French accent . French accents make everything seem so poised and proper I kind of love it , It's such a change from the bluntness of America. " We'll i'm sure I won't be upset James " matt says as we take a seat on a very nice golf cart and we start heading down the long road to the building . " Well the Grand Prix and MotoGp races are going on right now and we have almost every racer staying here and one of our receptionist made a huge mistake and gave away one of your suites " the man says in a very apologetic tone.

" Oh don't worry about it we are more than capable of sharing a room" I answer quickly to not have James worried . " Yes don't worry about it I know you have a lot going on here and for the most part we will be out shooting a business campaign at a vineyard near Gassin " Matt says genuinely ." Thank you both for your understanding . I don't mean to be rude but what happened to your eye Ms...." " Oh right Ms.Y/l/n . Lets just say a man who is long forgotten by now" I answer trying not to make it a more awkward conversation that it already is. He sigh loudly throwing up his hand in annoyance " American men they are so violent . A beautiful woman like you deserves the best " He says giving me a smile that could light up a whole room . I laugh and smile " Thank you thats very kind of you to say" I answer and he looks over at matt. "Traitez-la bien , Mathew , Elle best trop belle pour la laisser partir" he says as he smiles at Matt. "Croyez-moi , je n'ai pas l'intention de la laisser partir de sitôt , pas maintenant, jamais. Elle me le sait peut-être pas maintenance, mais Elle saura qe'elle sera la lumière de mas ténèbres" Matt answers as I practically drool all over myself . I had no idea he could speak French but that just added fuel to the fire that slowly burns underneath my skin. "Bien, peut-être qu'un jour tu reviendras chez elle pour un séjour de lune de Miel , hein" James answers making Matt laugh like fully laugh, Its nice to hear him laugh like that but I wish I could understand what they are saying . "woah ralentis mais je t'assure que si cela devait arriver, c'est le premier endroit où nous visiterions" Matt answers making James smile . The cart comes to a stop and I snap my head away from staring at Matt . I audibly gasp when I look up at the most beautiful chataue ive ever seen . " Oh my god its beautiful! " I say in excitement as I hop off the cart and look around at the scenery around me . Black locust trees are lining a path into what looks like a meadow or garden i'm not quite sure , Red valerian plants are sprouting all around as well as lavender plants in rows , I also spot small amounts of Japanese pittosporum scattered around. " It is lovely isn't it " James says as he looks around smiling proudly. " The most beautiful thing i've ever seen" I say as a smile at him .

Matt come up next to me carrying both of our bags and I feel bad so naturally I offer to carry my own bags and in response I got " Absolutely not not get your pretty ass walking" . I gulped and turned red as I immediately started walking down the mid length drive way to the stone grand stair case leading to the intricate front door.

The boy standing next to it opens it for us as I step in gasping again at the lobby. It's all so beautiful as you can see how old the building really is which adds a character to the building that is barely ever seen in America .

" Here is your key I really hope you enjoy your stay and if there is anything you need don't resist to call " James says as he walks into what seems to be an office. Matt leads me up the long spiral stair case up to the top floor. " God that was a lot of stairs" I say out of breathe . " How do you think I feel" he answers out of breathe too as he motions to all our luggage he's carrying. " Thats your fault I offered to carry my stuff but nooo" I say with a tinge of attitude . " Hey watch it im still your boss you know" he says in a tone that has me straightening up and apologizing .

We walk down a long dimly lit corridor to a large door at the end . Matt puts the key in the lock and unlocks it and pushes the door open to a large sitting room. He walks in and starts heading straight down a hall to that must be the bedroom . I follow suit and my jaw drops when I see the room . " Oh my god " I gasp as I spin around looking at every intimate detail. " I know right this is my favorite room to stay in" he says as he sets our bags down and kicks off his shoes. I sit down on a stool in the corner and kick off my shoes leaning back against the wall sighing.

"Im gonna shower do you need to use the bathroom before I do" he asks and I nod shyly . " I gotta pee real quick then its all yours" I answer as I get up and walk into the door that I assume is the bathroom . I gasp again when I see how beautiful the bathroom is . "Wow" a gasp loudly and I hear matt chuckle from outside the door at my reaction. I pee and wash my hands then exit to start unpacking while matt showers.

I sit finished unpacking when Matt comes out in only a pair of sweatpants hanging very low on his lean but muscular body . I stare as my jaw is slightly dropped but snap it shut when he looks at me smirking . " ahh sweetheart take a picture it'll last longer" he jokes making me roll my eyes and mumble" fuck off" but he hears it . "Excuse me" he asks and I can hear the darkness of his tone. " Nothing I didn't say anything" I answer feeling a bit nervous ." Thats what I thought now we should probably get some sleep since this time difference is so much we really need to be able to wake up at a good time Tommorrow " he says as he gets into the bed. Just then I realize there is only one bed . " I think ill sleep on the couch " I say as I grab a pair of pajamas he had helped me pack and start walking to change in the bathroom. " Non sense y/n we can sleep in the same bed I know it is morally wrong but I will not let you sleep on a damn couch" he argues. " Fine god okay " I say as I shut the door to the bathroom . I sigh as my mind runs wild with thoughts of how sleeping in a bed with my boss could go. One side of me is thinking "This is wrong you should not be sharing a bed with your boss " while the other side is screaming " YOU'RE GONNA SHARE A BED WITH YOUR SEXY ASS BOSS WHO YOU'VE BEEN SECRETLY PINNING OVER FOR YEARS" which is the side i'm leaning into more.

Im changed and have washed my face and taken an Advil for the headache i've had all day. The second I walk out I look over at matt who is still shirtless and now in shorts which is understandable because the room is a bit warmer than i'd like it to be. I set my old clothes on the couch and grab my charger and head to the opposite side of the bed. Plugging my phone in then switching off the light on the bedside table.

" So what do you think of this place so far" matt asks as I get comfortable. " It's beautiful i've always had a love for architecture" I answer as I turn over to face him . " I had a feeling you'd love it here just wait until we go into town Tommorrow" he answers with a tired smile. " I cant wait" I say returning the tired smile holding back a yawn. " How is your eye feeling" he asks as his hand slowly goes to my face. " Its better but still h-hurts a bit" I say softly as his fingers trace lightly over the dark circle thats formed around my eyes. " What did you ever see in that asshole anyways" he asks his demeanor changing slightly as his body seems too tense a bit mine doing the same. " I... don't know really I mean he was a great boy friend for a good amount of our relationship but as time went on he changed ... I guess I was just too scared to admit it" I answer as I avert my eyes from his , the moment too intense to handle.

" I guess I can understand that but y/n .... you could easily have any man in the city" he says as his hand slowly start to trace over my shoulder. " N-no I couldn't " I stutter out . " You could if you tried trust me you might not see it but in time you will that you hold a power that many woman try to fake " he says as his eyes trace over my face and upper body that uncovered buy the sheets. " Oh yeah and what is that?" I ask in a slight annoyed tone. " Charm , inner and outer beauty, Charisma I mean I could go on but most of all your just a good person i've never seen you angry or rude to anyone ever ... that is until the other night" he says genuinely and I cant help but smile at his kind words. " Thank you for the compliments but I think some time away from the shitty men of Seattle is much needed" I say with a soft laugh.

He smiles " We're not all shitty you know " he answers making me smile and shake my head . " Well technically your from Massachusetts so you don't count" I say but immediately regret it given it sounds like i'm saying he has a chance ... obviously he does but again he my boss so nope cant go there. " Mmm I guess you're right about that" he says smirking as his hands slides down my arm slowly making goosebumps cover my skin . I watch his face as his hand continues sliding down my arm until it reaches my back and he softly pulls me closer making me gasp . " So hypothetically speaking if I wasn't your boss i'd have a shot" he whispers as his eyes meet mine. " well I - umm if you weren't my boss I- guess maybe I don't know" I practically choke on my words as I look into his bright blue eyes that seem to darken as I speak. " what a shame i'm your boss then huh" he mumbles but I understand every word . " W-what" I squeak out making him chuckle . " Nothing sweetheart let's get some sleep " he says as his hand slides of my back and he rolls over turning off the light on his side and pulling the covers higher to cover his whole body. I turn over and sigh as my mind is on awake Mose from the conversation we just had.

Why would he ask me that ? Was he flirting? Is this a dream?

I slowly drift to sleep as thoughts run on repeat in my head.

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