"Yeah, only we're not going to the ministry... we're going to Diagon Alley," Jake pointed out to that Quidditch guy, waving a hello to the other sliiiiiiiiiightly familiar Gryffindor, and looking back to Lexi.

"Yeah, that's a good thing," he agreed with her, and then there was a mischevious glint in his eye. "Unless we're the undesirables."

Jake winked at that. Nawwww, they were the cool kids, fo' sho.

Lexi KNEW that glint in his eye and couldn't help but chuckle a little. "If things turn the wrong way... I assume we COULD be the undesirables, ya know," she said with a wicked grin. She was SO not above causing a ruckus if someone made her angry. Nor was Jakers, she was sure.

Crossing her legs in the camping chair she looked at the arms of it and made a hmmmm noise as she flexed her wrist and performed a quick colour changing charm on it. "There. Pink is much better," she said with a giggle.

"When are we leaving for this ruddy party anyway? I wonder if LORD Borr will expect us to have brought him gifts and such?" Lexi said with a curl of her lip. Gifts were to be given TO her, not BY her.

"Clearly" Patroclus smiled in agreement with his fellow LionGirl, it seemed that there was quite a presence of Gryffindors amongst the inviteee's.........and the Prefect could help but be proud, and a tad wary....perhaps this was all a rouse and Sierra was trying to get all the Lions out of the way Hmmmmmmmmmm

Noticing that someone had noticed that he had changed, Patroclus grinned at his Captain; clothes to Patroclus were an unspoken introduction, a way to show who someone was before even opening their mouth.

Acknowledging Jakes comment to Simon's reply, the Prefect added his own to sence, "I find it quite odd that they are not holding the event somewhere in the Ministry it's self, it would seem that Gevrik just wanted to make the security issue harder for himself," a room was easier to secure than the middle of a street.....

Patroclus had to agree once again with Lexi, "I hope it's soon..." or otherwise he may feel the need to change again......"I am sure he will have something for you!" he Lion laughed.

Kurumi stared at Jake. What cookies did to Mr. Borr? Made him happy? Or, perhaps he was more like her Slytherin friends and became really hyper? Kurumi rather liked the idea of a hyper Ministry official running around. It certainly would be an excellent way of breaking the ice if nothing else. Looking at Jake once more, Kurumi shook her head. “They…make him happy?”

Somehow, the GIANT smirk on the Hufflepuff's face warned her otherwise.

Turning her attention to Lexi, Kurumi flushed an even deeper pink. Had she been the only one to bring something? Her eyes flicked back to Jake who still seemed to be as amused as a hippogriff about her bringing cookies.

Charley nervously glanced around the hall. She seemed to be the only Ravenclaw as well as the only first year. She saw a few people she recognised, but she hadn't exactly struck up conversation with any of them. She took a seat at the foot of the staircase she'd descended.

She'd brought some of her mother's brownies; Lauren sent a freshly baked parcel full of them when she heard Charley had been invited to the event. They hadn't even completely cooled when Charley received them. They were delightful, as usual, small, soft chocolate rectangles with pieces of fudge and caramel inside them and sprinkles on top the primary colours of all four Hogwarts houses. Charley left about a dozen in her trunk as she wanted to share with her friends as well, and wrapped the ones she was taking with her in a large green handkerchief that now sat in her satchel along with her Arithmancy and Transfiguration textbooks, a lone chocolate frog, a quill and ink, two muggle pens, a notebook, a novel, and a sleeping kitten.

She grabbed the novel and opened it where the metal Ravenclaw bookmark held her place; it was a story about a young girl who struggles to make a decision between marrying her love and staying with her torn family, or going to university to study writing and pursuing her dream. Nearly needless to say it was one of her favourites so far.

Lord Borr... giving them ANYTHING other than a face full of spit and a nasal invasion from his over powering gas? Yeah right. "Dude... we any of you here when Borr taught here besides Jake and I?" Lexi laughed and asked them. Oh my... they were in for a BIIIIIG surprise if not.

Still looking at Lexi, Kurumi shook her head. "He taught at Hogwarts?" Well, that at least answered her question as to whether or not Kurumi had been taught by him. "W-W-What is he like?" Kurumi was beginning to think that perhaps Adam was right about not accepting the invitation.

Jake gave a shruuuuuug. "Whenever all the staff are here, I suspect," he guessed, and then looked down at the box in his hand. "I brought a little something along to give him... that's all."

Nothing TOO expensive for him. Nooooope.

"Well... if the word 'happy' is synonymous with the word 'gassy' then yeah," Jake grinned.

What was he like?

Oh man.

"He farts a lot."

Oh, maybe she was looking for more info?

"And... make SURE you call him LORD Borr... and also, his head is probably figuratively even bigger than before. He'd always on about being busy and important. Best to steer clear if you can... Stick with the staff, I suppose."

BUT maybe he was worrying her?

"If you want to be on his good side, just be a total suck up. Seriously. He drinks it up."



How long had it BEEN since he'd taught, anyway? "Lexi, when was it he taught here last? Were you a first year?" Jake was sure he'd been a third year, so that worked.

Frown. His best friend was quite right. "Yeah but I DO 'ave something underneath. It's not like I'm stripping..." And that would have probably planted the idea of Chandler stripping in Leo's head. Whoops? Hehhh. He turned his head to look at him. Yep, there you have it. He wasn't going to deny it either, he knew that he was a awful spy, he was just too awkward and it wasn't his thing to crouch down and roll and do other spy shizz. "I know, maybe I should stop..." He said with a frown, part of him wanted to continue though. Being a spy was quite wicked but Chandler Montague was CRAP at it, just like he was crap at everything else. He sighed, shrugging a little, if he was going to be a spy and not be so crappy about it he needed to STOP being so...NORMAL! Chandler closed his eyes a little, almost squinting but looking shifty like and followed Leo.

GOSH. AND NOW LEO WAS GLARING AGAIN. D: "I know it iz a mission of being shifty!" He knew that, right? See, SMART. GRIN. "I am shushing." He said quietly and closed his gob. It would also be helpful if Leo moved a bit more so they could move to their next location but Chandler needed to keep these thoughts to himself and just let Leo do the magic. Sir French!Fry? He liked that. Heh. "I know, I know. Zorry." FAIL.

BLINK. "Leo, I'm pretty zure no one iz a bad spy, or even a spy for zat matter." Chandler chuckled softly and rolled his eyes. "And who IZ ze bad guy?" He'd really like to know because he honestly had no clue. "Maybe she will. I 'ope she does." He grinned to himself. All they could do was wait and see.

Tate clattered down the steps into the Entrance Hall, looking expectantly for the small group of students and professors gathering in anticipation of the party on Diagon Alley. Great ruddy bother, if you asked him, which was why he'd only taken minor care to brush up his appearance. Dress robes. Clean shoes. Showered, shaved, and combed his hair.

So maybe he'd taken a lot of care, but he wanted to set a good example for the students.

"All here?"

Lexi cringed slightly and hopped up from her seat. "Yessir, all here and ready to gooooo," she said as she steppppped closer toward Headmaster Hottie. Mhm. She was ready.

Arya had completly zoned out while the rest of the students got to talking about Lord Borr and the gifts and what not. She didn't bring anything for the man, so it didn't pertain to her. It was only when Tate had spoke, and Sabel had slipped from the window sill with her hand that she realized they were finally about to leave.

Smiling at the man in greeting, she slowly rose from the sill as well, eyes briefly scanning the area for the other professors. They weren't here, but the all the students were here right?

Tate glanced to the few students who had joined him thus far, noting their appearances carefully. No one was leaving the school looking less than stellar. He wasn't going to let them embarrass themselves or the school by dressing foolishly.

And yup... he noticed the hand holding. He raised an eyebrow but did not comment.

"I've heard we have a very special mode of transportation."

But... Jake thought Tate wasn't going.

Ugh.

Confusing.

"Well, I'm here," he said, heaving himself back to his feet and standing up tall (he was sure he'd never get used to that height). The chair vanished as he stood, and Jake found himself... terrified of whatever socialising he'd have to do.

Wait what?

"Special?"

... no portkey then.

"I believe we have a stray or two yet, Casey." Lilyan Moretti had arrived in time to hear him ask. She glanced about the group, not quite sure she could put a finger on who was missing, but feeling that someone was all the same.

"You look clean." HAHA. She added towards the man, "Very pretty." Heh. Heh. Heh. She extended her charming smile towards the students.

Special mode of transport... Ot better not mess up her hair. That was all she had to say about THAT. Pulling her LOVELY cloak tighter around herself she iiiiinched closer to Tatertot... not like... creepily close or anything, but closer nonethless. Heheh.

Charley slipped her bookmark into her novel at the sound of Tate's voice, slid the book into her bag, and stood up. She smoothed out her dress robes and checked that her red hair ribbon was taut.
She looked at the Headmaster inquisitively.
"What do you mean by special, Headmaster? Good day, by the way." She smiled at their well-groomed leader.

Arya just ignored the look they were receiving as best she could, mainly so her cheeks wouldn't be as flushed as Sabel's, and let her thoughts become consumed with the many methods of magical transportation that there were. And there were many. She was momentarily distracted by her thoughts at the sight of the Healer, and returned the woman's smile with one of her own.

"Special... like... highly illegal, most likely," Tate grumbled, although he did give each of the approaching students a nod of recognition. And Lily got a smirk, which was about all her helpful sarcasm warranted at the moment.

"I showered just for Borr, obviously. Now." He gestured to the waiting students. "We're going to go out on the grounds. The Ministry has provided a vehicle that should be waiting near the front gate. Please be orderly and quick. We're already running behind."

Lexi bounced a little when she heard the words HIGHLY ILLEGAL. WOOT. Fun already. Heheheh. Following instructions she started for the doors, her excitement mounting now. YAY for leaving the schooooool. Hehehe.