Swift and efficient, a trio with a familiar triangular tattoo inked into the sides of their necks rushed into the station as they had been instructed to. They had already secured themselves coats (by what means we will spare you) to cover the majority of their Azakaban uniforms and were on to the second step of the plan.

"That him?" sheered one of the women with blackened teeth as she pointed a crooked finger towards the dippy looking fellow with frizzy hair.

"Reckon it is," nodded a second, a tall lanky man with hollow eyes.

The third remained silent, though was curiously eyeing this Jack Roller's neck with entirely too keen an interest as he extended his pale hand out to receive his paperwork.