Nicolas had finally been given final confirmations from the Portkey Regulation Committee that Cecily had taken an authorized portkey, and after using some leverage at the ministry and using a loophole or two he finally convinced the office to give him the location of where the portkey was enchanted to go.
Nicolas wrote Cecily's parents via owl about where he presumed Cecily to be, and that he would be going after her, before quickly assembling his wand and a few other travelling necessities and apparating out of the castle to wherever and whatever awaited him in the Americas. Where, of course, until only minutes prior he had no intentions of ever visiting in his life. American wizards, much like the muggles he understood, had never had the best reputation in Britain and he didn't much anticipate them being any different than he imagined.
He landed just outside a small body of water thick with mud and covered by a slight haze. Had these been the swamps Cecily had recollected to him in the past? He stepped closer inland, taking note of his surroundings and drawing his wand as a cabin came into view. Yelling could be heard inside of the cabin, a deeper and louder voice and of course a softer, though louder than usual, voice that Nicolas could recognize as Cecily's.
Nicolas raised his wand slightly and approached the cabin door, laying his left hand on the handle he threw the door open, entering the small room and glancing at the two occupants, saying nothing.
