The Hogsmeade weekend notice had gone up, it was happening. Foster hurried across the entryway, desperate to find a secluded place, and laid eyes on the broom cupboard. "Perfect" he whispered under his breath. His outstretched hand grabbed the handle, and with one final glance around to be sure no one was watching, he slipped inside.

His heart was beating much more rapid than usual, and it took him a few deep breaths to steady his hands. All the work, all the planning, it was finally going to happen. He pulled out the coin and his wand. The coin rested in his right hand, ready to do his bidding. His wand pointed at the coin as he gave a little flick and whispered "Hogsmeade, March 16." The letters and numbers on the coin began to move, forming the message he commanded. He closed his right hand around the warmth, hoping that all involved were receiving the message as planned.

Just as quickly and quietly as he entered the broom cupboard, Foster pocketed his coin and exited before casually continuing on to the Great Hall.