Harold wasn't one to head out of his shop during a busy day like a Hogsmeade weekend for students, but there was something that brought him out of the shop. A noise that sounded as if someone was screaming and if there was one thing he couldn't stand was teenagers fighting.

Making his way out in the cold February air he glanced up and down the street. Turning when he saw the group that the noise had to come from, but he stopped without going over. There seemed to be an adult already over there and the group didn't seem like teenagers at all.

His head tilted as he watched them curiously.