Connor zoomed down the path on his Harley, wishing he could just lett it fly, but Hannah had told him that there were a lot of muggles around and that his antique flying harley might just attract attention. He came to a stop and swung his long lanky leg over the seat and stood beside his bike. He fumbled with the straps of his helmet and grabbed his bag, ambling to the door, very much a city kid trapped in the country.