Samuel halted in his activity of shelving butterbeer bottles and stared at the woman who had just placed an order.

Green tea?

With milk and sugar?

He burst out laughing as he lent up against the counter. "You are definitely in the wrong place lady. We don't sell that stuff here. You want tea then I suggest you go down to Puddifoots."

Tea. Pfft. Samuel shook his head, still laughing as he went back to his task of putting away bottles.


OOC: FYI. Your charrie will need to RP placing an order. Samuel will NOT come to you.

Nathan strolled along the streets of Hogsmeade, hands thrust in his pockets, eyes on the ground. He looked antisocial and reserved, but he didn't give a care. He had never been in the wizarding world of London and had no idea how crowded it would be. Everywhere. It was much more quiet and disciplined in Bulgaria. The tall young man felt awkward. He definitely stood out in the mob of children; they were much smaller than him. Much louder. Much more energetic. Much scarier.

Not that he didn't like children. Because he did. There were.. just.. too many..

He jumped into the nearest shop to avoid the little people. As he backed away from the door, he smashed into a table, nearly knocking it over. He immediately stretched out his arms to steady the table and then turned apologetically to the woman sitting there. "Err.. sorry, ma'am.." That was.. not good.. "Are.. er.. you.. alright?" He stood awkwardly in front of her, shifting from foot to foot. Whoops.

Thomas noticed that he would have to go up to order his drink seeing that the shopkeeper wasn't doing anything except putting away bottles. So Thomas got up and walked over to the bar to place his order. "May I please have a butterbeer?" He said using his best manners. After all he didn't want to get on the shopkeepers bad side, and get kicked out and have to go over to The Three Broomsticks. Kids these days just get louder as the years go on I guess. Thomas thought to himself.

The place was dingy, but not any more than Vivi expected. She paused in the door to straighten the fake mustache she wore - a particularly ugly, bushy thing that she figured Selina (plus Minions) would really appreciate. She briefly scuffed a bit at the dirt on the floor before making her way over to a corner table and taking a seat against the wall. No one sneaking up on her from there.

She flipped the collar of her jacket up to look even more mysterious. The other patrons got an eyeball - at least two professors in the place, plus Max with some girl she didn't recognize. Vivi put her finger against her grinning!mustache mouth to shush Max and co. She was incognito, in spite of her obviously bright blond hair and blue eyes.

Dash held his hand up attempting to stop her speech but he was too late. "That may be the case but I figure you're slightly above me in regards to madness, as you are quoting a cat, while I am not." Yeah, Dash recongized the book but not because he had read it years ago. He recognized it because Kyroh did like to rave about his favourite characters and the things they said and what they did for hours on end, and what the young boy usually said just stuck to him.

"You're looking into it?" Dash raised a brow. That was actually news to him. Why did the train need to be looked into anyways? A single accident couldn't be that shocking. "Was the incident so serious that it actually needs to be looked into?"

He rolled his eyes. "You don't know what its like to actually be sick of me." Nah. They had discussed this before, she clearly adored him.

It seemed the Mortimer issue had gotten to another level.

Gideon had known Selina was meeting up with Geneviev--Vivi to discussing figure out how best to possibly find the missing bat but he wasn't entirely sure what to expect out of it. He wasn't even privy to much if anything just hoped it didn't go too crazy. Selina he knew could go overboard...the lost bat flyers and her pushing of them on people was just on example...would the Ravenclaw be just as bad, less or worst?

However when his girlfriend had told him to meet them both at the Hogs Head , he figured that what was up might just be revealed to him. His curiousity was beginning to get the better of him. So the seventh year made sure to make his way towards the pub around the appropriate time. And in keeping with the Holmes and Watson thing the two girls had going, Gideon had added his transfigured deerstalker from last term upon his curls. The boy wearing it as he slipped into the darkly kept pub.

Did he really want to quibble? She was cleverly quoting C.S. Lewis AND giving evidence that she was in fact, educating his son all at the same time. Althea was clearly an excellent girlfriend person.

Even if she objected to that particular word.

"The train still isn't working. It needs to work by the end of the term, obviously. We haven't found a cause yet. Right now Recard's taking point on it, but its certainly a Statute issue, and therefore as soon as he's done faffing about, I'll take care of it. In time to get the children safely home for summer without bothering the muggles." She paused. "You know your statute history, and history regarding the establishment of the express, I assume?" Mr History of Magic professor? Hmmm? "The train is necessary."

As for being sick of him... well. No. She wasn't. Instead of saying anything about that though, she reached out and brushed her thumb gently over the scar on his lip.

Some things didn't need to be said.

Scarlett walk to the counter.Sorry about that i didn't know what was served here.I'll take a Butterbeer and bowl of peanuts then.She Thought i really didn't like him laughing at me trying i was trying watch was she ate or drank being pregnant and all.She took out her bag of coins from her purse.

He was listening, of course. He didn't come here not to listen to her, but listening did not mean he agreed with her. She probably expected it by now."It actually isn't." Dash said objecting, not only because he could, but because Althea was wrong. She was wrong, and had to know she was wrong. Why? Because that meant he was right. "The train never was, or has never been a necessity in transporting students. Hogwarts never needed a train, the Ministry simply wanted Hogwarts to have it, and so they did." He shrugged. "The school functioned eight hundred plus years without said train taking them to and from school. So basically-no, you don't have to work that hard."

And while they were on this discussion. "Also, no again Thea. Of course I don't know my history about the statute. I don't know my history of anything for that matter." He leaned forward, closing the distance between. "What do you take me for a History of Magic professor?" Preposterous thought.

He didn't expect it, but it did often happen at random times. Her hand reached forward and thumb grazed across his scar. A certain spot on his arm suddenly began to give off a prickly sensation. Taking Althea's hand in his, a thin smile appeared on his lips."Whenever you do that I always get the subliminal message that you are secretly enjoy moments that i've been in pain.

Oh, LOOOOK. Gert had shown up in disguise too, which was just... it was awesome. Vivi wiggled her mustache at him and indicated he should sit to join her. And the hat! Merlin, it was nearly as good as her own transfigured deerstalker (which was better 'cause it was hers).

"We're the first. Nice hat! I haven't figured out who you can be yet, since Sherlock and Watson are taken. Have a seat, and I'll get us drinks so the guy doesn't chuck us out for just taking up space. What do you want?"

Althea shifted her chair closer to his, eyes glued to his face. "Actually," She began in much the same tone she had often employed in their school days, when she was about to Ravenclaw him obnoxiously, "You are mistakenly counting those years before the statute. Thusly, only the last --oh, off the top of my head-- three-hundred and eighty-six years of student transportation ought to be considered," NOT eight hundred plus, "And the train solution, as suggested by Ottaline Gambol --who I'm quite sure you recall was the Minister of Magic in the late 1930s-- was the best and most successful way to ensure all students could safely get to Hogwarts and away again, without compromising the safety of Hogwarts itself, and without attracting Muggle attention, and thereby keeping the Statute intact." Her smile was pure Ravenclaw smarm.

"Additionally, we can't resort to using portkeys for the Christmas and Easter holidays. Really, its a wonder that no students were lost during that little exodus." Really, it was a good example of Recard not really thinking things through. He very much needed Althea's guidance. Very much. "Right now, its looking like the train won't be fixed by December." Althea would NOT be pleased if the entire student body were forced to stay at Hogwarts, and therefore the staff also, and therefore Dash, and therefore her Christmas plans would be interrupted. Well. If that was the case, then she would be invading the castle. With Kyroh, of course. "So actually, its very important." More important, than say, his work? Yes. Clearly. She didn't say that though, since she herself had been a professor for much of her working life, and he would be sure to point that out.

She smiled at him. "What a shame. I happen to prefer well-read, well-informed, Historical-minded men. A History of Magic professor surely fits that bill." As did a published author. Lucky her on both counts then, hmm?

She wouldn't say that lucky part out loud either.

Althea tipped her head to one side and when he grabbed her hand, she responded by stroking the palm of his hand gently with her thumb."Hmmm. Not pain." She answered lightly. "I secretly enjoy moments where you're human." Well. Those were the moments when he was most hers.

Alright so there was this message he thought was for Milton's directing him to get to the Hogs Head. The Hogs Head with its reputation had him dressing a bit "sensibly"-- no school robes or casual jeans-- in fact he was all in black, from his pulled up hoodie to his baggy pants all the way down to his shoes.

... he probably looked like some kind of junior Dementor except just not as freaky...

He nudged the front door open and peered in-- it really wasnt that bad. It wasnt the Three Broomsticks either but hey at least his OCD wouldnt be kicking and screaming when he takes a seat.

So there he was being all incognito, creeping quietly close to the walls and avoiding walking through the center of the shop. The less people see of his lanky self the bett-- oh HEY Hello Professor Schirmer!!! With Professor Scabior??!? Oh hey look theres Ellie!!!

Is he waving hello? So much for incognito...

But for all his new found excitement at the former Hogwartians he finally spotted that shock of pale blonde hair sitting at the corner. He slipped into the booth quickly and realized a few things-- Gideon was there with his deerstalker hat, of which the Gryffindor got a "Nice hat" compliment, and now that Vickers can fully see the Ravenclaw blonde's face the Nice mustache statement kinda got caught in his throat. He hovered his fingers over his own upper lip but with his eyes still on Vivi he murmured "I hope this isnt about you asking us guys how to shave."

Having looked around for familiar faces, Gideon soon spotted Vivi giving him attention and motioning for him to join her. "Thank ye. Figured it fit the scheme of things when I spotted it in my trunk. A throwback from last terms transfiguration lesson." Who he was...that was an interesting thought. What character from the stories could he portray in this whole crazy idea? Well if ye couldn't beat them, ye joined them and it wasn't like he was unfamiliar with the stories.

"Perhaps Lestrade?...and butterbeer will be fine." He might be legal to drink anything else but wasn't about to get into that sort of thing while surrounded by fellow students. That and past experiences made him vary.

And then they were joined by Vickers, the Ravenclaw slipping into their booth without so many words. Was he part of the plan? Gideon simply nodded politely in greeting as he sat quietly. "Thanks," was all he gave however at the shave comment, he couldn't help but bite back a laugh. That would be an amusing conversation to say the least.


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Simon had been a little taken aback by Selina's owl. While they had in fact been passing the occasional letter between them of a friendly nature, he had never expected one asking for his help. A missing beater bat...now that was a new request for MLE. Having found out about a Hogsmeade weekend upcoming, the YATI had made plans to visit the village, figuring to try and catch the redhead in person.

Easier said then done.

Even given Selina's....radiant personality and appearance Simon had failed so far, the twenty-something wandered into the Hogs Head on the off-chance someone he knew was there.

It hadn't been her first choice in where to go while they were visiting, but Stella hadn't seen any reason to disagree with Matt when he'd suggested it once they'd arrived. She figured she wasn't exactly dressed for the Hog's Head, but then she figured she'd never be dressed for the pub. At least it likely wouldn't be swarmed with students like the Broomsticks always was, so she wouldn't have to worry about too many more moments missing Hogwarts. Not when Hogsmeade was kind of the closest she could get to going back unless they had an alumni event again sometime. She hadn't let Matt's hand go once she'd walked in, either way. She wanted to adjust to being an adult now among all the students that they'd passed on the street before she let go of that lifeline. "Do you want to find a table?," she asked, squeezing his hand slightly as she gave him a smile. They'd have to go order at some point, but settling in seemed to be the best idea first.

Especially as it seemed things were busier than she'd expected. Maybe it had always been like that, since she knew she'd never thought of setting foot in here the few terms she'd been attending Hogwarts, but she still thought it was interesting. Even more when she realized she recognized a few of the people who were at various tables, and she kind of smiled at Vickers and Gideon over at the table with the odd girl wearing a mustache. They seemed a bit occupied, perhaps with trying to figure out why said blonde girl was wearing an obviously fake mustache, so she could maybe actually see how they were doing a bit later. Maybe it's an act? I don't know why anyone would be wearing a costume in Hogsmeade. There aren't any plays going on out here that I know of, she wondered. At least, she seemed to know more about the various performances happening around England due to her classes at WADA, and on that thought she noticed the familiar brilliant red hair of Ellie Stone. Ellie, who had graduated with her. Ellie, who she'd talked about Matt with and listened as the other girl had spoken about Treyen. Who she now was attending school with again, which was an odd circle. She remembered that Ellie had signed with one of the professional Quidditch teams, though, as she kind of waved at the girl. Just because she didn't agree with that part of things didn't mean she wouldn't still greet her fellow former Ravenclaw. Even if she still for the most part kept her attention on Matt.

"You do... but not on the inside." And before he could give her another one of his boyish looks she gave him the sort of glance she gave her students. Watch how you proceed. Hehe.

Despite the setting being a little shabby and ... smelly even, not that she didn't appreciate the scent of manure, she just didn't appreciate it in an establishment where drinks and food were served. Closing her eyes, she savored Aron's kiss, then settled into her seat.
At least the place wasn't packed, it meant that service was reasonably paced.

"Thanks," she replied softly as a steamy mug was set down in front of her. It took her a moment to process the words. Date? ... Weren't they ON one? But alas, the knuts dropped. Date, as in wedding date. Seren pursed her lips in thought. "What did you have in mind?" After all, he probably thought about it more than she did. "It'd have to be in the summer of course..."

His eyes flicked to the woman's stomach and he raised an eyebrow but said nothing. It wasn't his business. Samuel placed a bottle of butterbeer onto the counter and then placed a jar beside it. "Not sure if they're peanuts or not." They could be anything, the jar had been sitting under the counter for years. "That'll be ten sickles, thanks." he said holding out his hand.

Pulling a butterbeer from the shelf, Samuel thumped it down onto the counter and slid it over to the guy. "Ten sickles." he grunted.

For as long as he could have remembered, Matt had believed that The Hog's Head was the meeting place for many of the Hogwarts staff and just adults in general which was why he hadn't had the opportunity to visit the area while he had been at Hogwarts; but now that he was an adult and graduated from school it had seemed like the perfect chance to go. Even better was the fact that Stella had agreed to come with him since he hadn't been entirely sure if she would have had the time to visit the village due to the fact he realized she was busy with school and he hadn't wanted to create a problem. As he started to look around the somewhat crowded room, he noticed the fact that there were students in there which was definitely interesting but not something that he was going to just wonder about since the notice of his girlfriend still holding his hand had caught his attention; normally she would have just gone off on her own though he definitely had absolutely no problems with it since he loved simply having her around even if they weren't doing anything. "I do, I mean we should at least before thinking about getting a drink." he replied, returning the smile that she had given him before leading her towards a table that he spotted half way across the room.

He couldn't help but notice what was going on as they passed, there had been a group of students of which looked like they were about to investigate a mystery and he also seemed see Professor Bentley; at least there still had been a professor that he liked around which from what he heard was quite rare anymore since most of them had left already including the Headmaster. As the finally reached the table, he went over and pulled out the chair for Stella so that she could take a seat before they had figured out what next since there was a lot of ideas swimming about in his mind.

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"You do... but not on the inside." And before he could give her another one of his boyish looks she gave him the sort of glance she gave her students. Watch how you proceed. Hehe.

Despite the setting being a little shabby and ... smelly even, not that she didn't appreciate the scent of manure, she just didn't appreciate it in an establishment where drinks and food were served. Closing her eyes, she savored Aron's kiss, then settled into her seat.
At least the place wasn't packed, it meant that service was reasonably paced.

"Thanks," she replied softly as a steamy mug was set down in front of her. It took her a moment to process the words. Date? ... Weren't they ON one? But alas, the knuts dropped. Date, as in wedding date. Seren pursed her lips in thought. "What did you have in mind?" After all, he probably thought about it more than she did. "It'd have to be in the summer of course..."

Aron sort of did one of those chuckles crossed with a snort at Seren's words before he left, but returned soon enough with the drinks and was lounging more like how he would do back in his flat than he probably should in this establishment. Oh well, he had to be a little more formal at the office and right now he was on his vacation time, so all bets were off as it were. He was going to be like Devil's Snare and stretch out.

Taking one more loooooooooong sip from his firewhiskey, Aron somewhat slammed the mug on the table and met Seren's gaze. "Well...I was thinking...you know the day at the fountain? When you finally allowed me to stop chasing you?" he asked as he reached out and took one of her hands in his. Besides her accepting the ring she had on her finger from him, that day and the way her smile had caught the afternoon son, were two of the best moments of his life. "I thought that that day, July 21st, would be best. It marked our relationship finally coming to bloom."

And WHY did he suddenly feel like a teenage boy asking a girl to the Yule Ball? He really was a shrivel fig.

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Hog's Head? Really?

Kurumi's stomach was already in knots thanks to a CERTAIN former Gryffindor showing up in Hogsmeade. Running her fingers through her hair and accidentally pulling a few strands of it out in aggravation, Kurumi pushed open the door and somewhat glared at the bell as it announced her arrival. Trying to ignore its cheery tone for the time being, Kurumi scanned the area looking for Selina. Whatever it was her best friend had called her here for...it was really REALLY important. Or seemed to be that way at least. The Quidditch captain had all but been in tears that morning when she had asked Kurumi to meet her in the afternoon.

Either that...or Selina just really REALLY liked the butterbeer here more than she did at the Three Broomsticks.

Only Kurumi didn't see Selina...but instead Vivi, Vickers, and Gideon all at the same table. Coincidence? Most likely not. Only one way to find out though... Kurumi walked up to the trio and chewed on her lower lip for just a moment. "Selina?" she asked. Because that really did sum it all up, right?


....why were Vivi and Gideon....dressed up? Had she missed something?

The redhead had spent all morning preparing for this meeting today with Genevieve. They had been meeting in secret and exchanging hats for weeks, which all lead up to this moment. The countless hours of discussing a game plan to find her beater bat, Mortimer, would all amount to this. Selina and Genevieve had each gotten together their speciality team together that would help them execute the master plan. On Selina's side she had Gideon, Kurumi, Tag, Penelope, Alice and Anya. For Genevieve it was Vickers. All-in-all it was a shifty, smart group. Well, Kurumi wasn't shifty, but she brought the cookies, which was important to ANY SUPER SPY group.

Walking slowly into Hog's Head, the sixth year tried her hardest to blend in. She did not want anyone thinking that she was up to no good, it would just make their entire plan crumble. So tipping her hat down a little like those old muggle movies from the early twentieth century, she stuck her hands in her pocket and shiftily creeped over to the table where she saw Genevieve was sitting. She did not even notice any of the other who had gathered there. Instead, she just slipped into the booth and leaned against Vivi. Looking down at the table she said, "I'm here for the thing... you know what I mean...?" That sounded like a spy right.

It was then, though, she heard other voices. Lifting her head up and completely dropping her super sleuth routine, she saw that Gideon and Vickers were there. A smile flashed on her face, "Oh hello there! Vickers... Gideon. Nice hat!" It was a rather jolly looking hat, wasn't it?

Then she saw Kurumi across the room looking around rather curiously, she waved her friend down and yelled, "OI! HOLLINGBERRY! OVER HERE!" Because they were, after all, over here. Turning back to Genevieve she said, "Oh and the munchins should be here soon."

Ok. This was weird. Tag had been told by Selina to meet him here for some odd reason. This place was really shifty and he didn't like being here. Well, at least Selina was here. If anything bad were to happen he knew that Selina would protect her nugget first before protecting herself.

Well it seemed there were other Hogwarts students there too. Like Kurumi. Oh, good-at least Selina wouldn't focus solely on Tag. Seriously he could feel himself get more and more cold and suspicious with each step. Why'd Selina tell him to meet here? In this dark, cold empty place. He wanted to be nice and warm. An then finally at long last he found some strands of red hair and walked over.

Wasn't Selina dressed oddly. In a tipped hat, mustache shirt and necklace and actual toy mustaches. What was this all about?! Slowly Tag walked up to her and said in a trembly voice, "You..yo..you..you required me."

Gideon looked up once more from his musings as Kurumi approached the table. Her one word was enough to say she was with them, a sort of password for their little mystery group. Not that Gideon would have thought Kurumi WASNT here for the meeting. Surely she would have been dragged asked along like him. Mortimer would have worked nicely as well. "Aye...thats who called us here today." he said answering her question.

And then...speak of the devil.

Selina had arrived complete with bowler hat to fulfill her role as Watson. Gideon chuckled softly at the image but didn't comment. "Aye...well ye came to the right place then," he remarked as she acted all mysterious, the prefect following along knowing better then to not. "Thank ye," he added for the hat,the redhead having been around for its creation in class. He went to speak further but her attention was already drawn by Kurumi so he stayed quiet, simply watching Tag approach the table as well.

Interesting...another added to the group and not one of the older crowd.

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Simon had decided to head to the bar to perhaps getting something to drink. However a yelling of Hollingberry turned his head and sure enough there was Selina yelling for Kurumi her best friend. Oh how he missed them both from the few years they had together at Hogwarts. Forgetting about the drink, the former Gryffindor made a beeline for the table she and the rest of the group he didn't know were situated.

Thankfully for him, Selina had most of her back towards him now that she had sat back down so he was perfectly able to move slowly and come up behind her. He smiled politely at Kurumi but it was the redhead who was his target. Then with a quick movement, he leaned down and dropped a hand infront of her face to block her view but not actually touch her. "Guess who..."

Alice hopped into the Hog's Head. Yes, her gramps had told her to stay away from the place, but Mama Selina Selina could protect them ickles from the oldies. So there was no problem with her coming, yeah? She spotted Selina and a couple others at a table and skipped over to them, beaming at everyone before turning to Selina and saluting. "Cap'n. Present and ready for duty." Hehe. It was also a feat that the lioness was managing to keep a straight face. A very good straight face, mind you. She had to look down to hide a tiny smile before looking back up at Selina.

"Do they sell ice cream here?

Straightface.

And he said he wasn't a creeper. Vivi grinned as Vickers tried to be all sneaky in his all-black clothing and furtive looks. She was not fooled. And she was thrilled he bothered to dress up. That was a good sport, that was.

"No, it's MEEEE," Vivi peeled back her mustache and gave Vickers an exaggerated wink. Look, see? Incognito!Genevieve. She quickly smoothed the mustache back down and gestured to the booth. "I don't need to know how to shave, although... this disguise would be much better if the mustache was real. Will you teach me how to shave?"

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Having looked around for familiar faces, Gideon soon spotted Vivi giving him attention and motioning for him to join her. "Thank ye. Figured it fit the scheme of things when I spotted it in my trunk. A throwback from last terms transfiguration lesson." Who he was...that was an interesting thought. What character from the stories could he portray in this whole crazy idea? Well if ye couldn't beat them, ye joined them and it wasn't like he was unfamiliar with the stories.

"Perhaps Lestrade?...and butterbeer will be fine." He might be legal to drink anything else but wasn't about to get into that sort of thing while surrounded by fellow students. That and past experiences made him vary.

And then they were joined by Vickers, the Ravenclaw slipping into their booth without so many words. Was he part of the plan? Gideon simply nodded politely in greeting as he sat quietly. "Thanks," was all he gave however at the shave comment, he couldn't help but bite back a laugh. That would be an amusing conversation to say the least.

"No... Vick has to be Lestrade. You're going to be Mary, obviously." Obviously. Didn't he know his canon? Mary was Watson's One True Love (except she totally died and then he had another OTL, but whatevs). Plus he couldn't be a conspirator just because he had an awesome hat.

Although... he did have the hat. SO CONFUSING.

"Vick is the counterbalance to Sherlock and Watson's wild flights of logical whimsy. Or Lestrade is, and Vick is to Selina and I. Watson and I." Vivi's eyebrows climbed way up her forehead at all the circular conversation. "Maybe nobody better be Lestrade."

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Hog's Head? Really?

Kurumi's stomach was already in knots thanks to a CERTAIN former Gryffindor showing up in Hogsmeade. Running her fingers through her hair and accidentally pulling a few strands of it out in aggravation, Kurumi pushed open the door and somewhat glared at the bell as it announced her arrival. Trying to ignore its cheery tone for the time being, Kurumi scanned the area looking for Selina. Whatever it was her best friend had called her here for...it was really REALLY important. Or seemed to be that way at least. The Quidditch captain had all but been in tears that morning when she had asked Kurumi to meet her in the afternoon.

Either that...or Selina just really REALLY liked the butterbeer here more than she did at the Three Broomsticks.

Only Kurumi didn't see Selina...but instead Vivi, Vickers, and Gideon all at the same table. Coincidence? Most likely not. Only one way to find out though... Kurumi walked up to the trio and chewed on her lower lip for just a moment. "Selina?" she asked. Because that really did sum it all up, right?

....why were Vivi and Gideon....dressed up? Had she missed something?

"LESTRADE!" Vivi waved her mustache at the girl, which hadn't really reattached properly after the last removal. No, no. No one was Lestrade. Vivi waved Kurumi into a seat and tried not to be disappointed that the girl hadn't worn a costume. Didn't she knoooooow better?

"Sit over by Mary-not-Lestrade, please. Have to save room for Watson."

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The redhead had spent all morning preparing for this meeting today with Genevieve. They had been meeting in secret and exchanging hats for weeks, which all lead up to this moment. The countless hours of discussing a game plan to find her beater bat, Mortimer, would all amount to this. Selina and Genevieve had each gotten together their speciality team together that would help them execute the master plan. On Selina's side she had Gideon, Kurumi, Tag, Penelope, Alice and Anya. For Genevieve it was Vickers. All-in-all it was a shifty, smart group. Well, Kurumi wasn't shifty, but she brought the cookies, which was important to ANY SUPER SPY group.

Walking slowly into Hog's Head, the sixth year tried her hardest to blend in. She did not want anyone thinking that she was up to no good, it would just make their entire plan crumble. So tipping her hat down a little like those old muggle movies from the early twentieth century, she stuck her hands in her pocket and shiftily creeped over to the table where she saw Genevieve was sitting. She did not even notice any of the other who had gathered there. Instead, she just slipped into the booth and leaned against Vivi. Looking down at the table she said, "I'm here for the thing... you know what I mean...?" That sounded like a spy right.

It was then, though, she heard other voices. Lifting her head up and completely dropping her super sleuth routine, she saw that Gideon and Vickers were there. A smile flashed on her face, "Oh hello there! Vickers... Gideon. Nice hat!" It was a rather jolly looking hat, wasn't it?

Then she saw Kurumi across the room looking around rather curiously, she waved her friend down and yelled, "OI! HOLLINGBERRY! OVER HERE!" Because they were, after all, over here. Turning back to Genevieve she said, "Oh and the munchins should be here soon."

"Watson, thank Merlin you found us. I was afraid you wouldn't recognize us in our disguises." Vivi struggled to unstick her mustache from her fingers and reapply it to her face, but without success. Stupid... sticky thing. She should have tried a sticking charm, but that might have removed all the skin from her face or something. And she'd look bad with no skin.

Vivi leaned back. "Munchkins? Merlin, I thought I was doing well to bring Vick, and you've brought an army." Case in point... the minions were arriving.

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Selina had arrived complete with bowler hat to fulfill her role as Watson. Gideon chuckled softly at the image but didn't comment. "Aye...well ye came to the right place then," he remarked as she acted all mysterious, the prefect following along knowing better then to not. "Thank ye," he added for the hat,the redhead having been around for its creation in class. He went to speak further but her attention was already drawn by Kurumi so he stayed quiet, simply watching Tag approach the table as well.

Interesting...another added to the group and not one of the older crowd.

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Simon had decided to head to the bar to perhaps getting something to drink. However a yelling of Hollingberry turned his head and sure enough there was Selina yelling for Kurumi her best friend. Oh how he missed them both from the few years they had together at Hogwarts. Forgetting about the drink, the former Gryffindor made a beeline for the table she and the rest of the group he didn't know were situated.

Thankfully for him, Selina had most of her back towards him now that she had sat back down so he was perfectly able to move slowly and come up behind her. He smiled politely at Kurumi but it was the redhead who was his target. Then with a quick movement, he leaned down and dropped a hand infront of her face to block her view but not actually touch her. "Guess who..."

Two little minions (cute, by the way), and one very... large one. Vivi held down her mustache as she peered up at the boy...man... person who was pouncing on Watson. That was not polite behavior, was it? Should she kick him? Throw a shoe?

"Your minions aren't little, Watson. But... anyway... everyone here?" Vivi attempted to extricate herself from the booth, putting a hand on Watson's shoulder and a hand on Vickers'. "Welcome to the first meeting of the Hogsmeade Irregulars. We have our very first case to solve... the search for Mortimer. I'm sorry to say that our suspect pool is quite large, and so we're going to have to resort to extreme measures."

This was where Selina had told Penelope to meet her, right? Interesting place. It seemed a lot different from the Three Broomsticks, but not really in a bad way. She actually kinda liked it a bit, in a weird way.

But anyway.

She entered and quickly spotted the group of students, Selina among them. They must all be meeting here too. The second year walked over to them and stood next to Alice. "Hey," she said to all who were present. Was this the entire group? Or were more people coming?

And yes, DID they sell ice cream here? That would be nice to have right now.

Oh, but it looked like their meeting was starting? And it was about finding Mortimer. That didn't really surprise Penelope.

Anya, clutching Jake's hand, entered into the Hog's Head. Why couldn't they have met somewhere safer?

Like a dark alley?

She'd heard the stories. And... really... dusty mugs didn't really appeal to her at all.

AND EWWW! Was that a SPIDER?! She carefully stepped over something... of unknown origin on the ground. She ever-so-lovingly pushed Jake out of the way so that he wouldn't step in whatever that was.

Heh.

Whatever was going on better be worth this.

"Capt'n." she greeted. "I brought Jake." In case she couldn't tell.