Atropos made his way down the steps. Today he was in a good mood. He was not going to use the floo, or aparate. He was going to walk through the alley. His alley. This was HIS territory. Yup... today was going to be a good day.

Eleanor pulled the hood of her cloak up, tugging it near her face. She was apprehensive about heading into Knockturn, but it was the only place she could get what she needed.

Coughing roughly and wincing as she did so, she glanced over her shoulder to see if she noticed anyone, before slipping down the steps and into the alley.

Deep breathes, Eleanor. Deep breathes.

Damien was trying to be a bit inconspicuous as he glanced over his shoulder and then disappeared down the stairs to Knockturn. Yeah. An Auror in Knockturn might raise some eyebrows. Perhaps no one would recognize him. He was not dressed as he typically did. Today he had donned a pair of ripped jeans, a hooded sweatshirt, and some tennis shoes. He was actually without his signature hat... totally inconspicuous, yo.

Ramona was...well to say the least uncomfortable. She hated hated HATED this route and she didn't half stick out, she pushed her hair back off her forehead, it was starting to stick to her forehead, she pushed her warden badge even further down in her bag, she looked around...uncomfortable, she didn't like the whole STARRREEE thing going on with these people, she looked at them and tried not to STARRREEEE back, it wasn't working, she carried on down the path, her heels tapping slightly off the floor as she walked.

And breathe
....
Breathe

Don't look at the weird people...oh gggggaaaawwwwdddd, she couldn't do it. Not at all! She turned around...oh no people were passing by the archway to Diagon Alley. Well now she was stuffed! She dived into the nearest tavern, and decided to get a drink to pass the time. Well, she would get a bottle. Or not. She was too clean-y

From around the corner at the top of the steps, a dark cloak swirled from behind the thin figure of a woman who quickly descended the steps. As she fluidly made her way down the steps, the light from the top of the staircase was swallowed by the darkness of Knockturn Alley; She was no longer a shadow.

The pale woman had short, tufted black hair that stuck up in all directions. Her cloak, hood down, was heavy brown fur that reached her calves. Right now, both of them were strapped up in three-inch spiked heel leather boots that reached her knees. The boots were put on over dark venim* jeans that matched neatly with a black-purple longsleeved tee. But, above all else, this woman had yellowgreen eyes that pierced through the dim light. She wore no makeup, making her skin seem even more pale with the grey circles around her eyes.

At the bottom of the stircase, she proceeds down the alley without hesitation.

Mithos discreetly made his way across the main street and took one quick glance behind him before taking the turn down Knockturn Alley. People always assumed the worst when they saw someone go down there, and the last thing he wanted was for someone who knew him to see and become suspicious. Wearing a cloak and covering his face would only have attracted attention in the populated streets of Diagon Alley, but here the streets were nearly deserted, save for a few crazies, so he put on his cloak and pulled the hood over his head as he continued down the stairs. He was carrying a leather bag with him, one he had not used since his schoolboy days, to stock with ingredients and other materials he would buy. As he looked inside he found a blue and bronze stripped scarf with the Ravenclaw emblem. He hadn't seen this in years, and couldn't recall the last time he wore it. It had been long since the last time he thought about his life in London, or England, but after two decades and a half the streets looked exactly the same, and he guessed the same it was for the people.

Ashlie knew better than to apparate on only a few hours of sleep. Work had been running her busy and her sleeping patterns had been far from fantastic lately. But she really needed to get to Diagon Alley and buy some new office supplies. Owl Ordering was probably a better idea, but her lack of focus had prevented her from such logic. And that's how it happened. As it was, she'd always been rather good at apparating! She'd tested well. She figured it would be no problem.

Something was off. Her focus, obviously. Concentrating on Diagon Alley, her mind shifted to a memory, of the time she'd accidentally turned down Knockturn Alley without realizing it. Ashlie was lucky she hadn't splinched herself! However, when she landed on the stars, unsteady and uneven, she didn't recognize where she was at first. The stairs seemed so foreign to her!

Running her fingertips along the uneven stone wall around her, she tried to get her bearings. It was so empty around here. So few people wandered around.

An ominous feeling settled over her.

"Oh... crap," she whispered out loud.

Mithos wanted to make this trip as quick as possible, so he hastily descended the steps when right in front of him --poof!-- apparated someone! He quickly reached for his wand in his pocket, but didn't pull it out, he wanted to located it in case the stranger intended to harm him, but he didn't want to alarm her if she wasn't malevolent. Despite her status he took a few steps back and lowered his head so the shade would hide his face. When she spoke he realized she posed no danger and seemed to have ended up there by mistake. He couldn't however, walk past her; she was standing right in his way, and he didn't want to turn back. "Move." He said coldly still holding his wand in his pocket as the figured examined her surroundings.

Great.

Just, great.

This was exactly what Helena needed.

The middle aged woman stood, cautiously, at the top of the dark, dirty stairs. She was panting slightly, out of breath from chasing the cat half way down Diagon Alley. As it was summertime, she was only wearing a yellow dress; no coat. And she certainly stood out from the likes of the people who were going to be at the bottom of this... place.

Surely the cat couldn't have ran away that quickly, though. And how she escaped from the cage, Helena would never know. It was sealed with magic, a cat shouldn't have been able to open it. "Luna! Come back here, girl!" Helena made some cat-calling noises, whilst straining her eyes to try and look for a glimpse of white and grey fur in the dark paths at the bottom of the stairs.

Helena looked around quickly, before descending down the stone steps. Frowning slightly at how loudly her heels echoed down the narrow passages, the woman continued to call out the cats name in a hushed voice. Luna couldn't have ran off that quickly, could she.

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Great.

Just, great.

This was exactly what Helena needed.

The middle aged woman stood, cautiously, at the top of the dark, dirty stairs. She was panting slightly, out of breath from chasing the cat half way down Diagon Alley. As it was summertime, she was only wearing a yellow dress; no coat. And she certainly stood out from the likes of the people who were going to be at the bottom of this... place.

Surely the cat couldn't have ran away that quickly, though. And how she escaped from the cage, Helena would never know. It was sealed with magic, a cat shouldn't have been able to open it. "Luna! Come back here, girl!" Helena made some cat-calling noises, whilst straining her eyes to try and look for a glimpse of white and grey fur in the dark paths at the bottom of the stairs.

Helena looked around quickly, before descending down the stone steps. Frowning slightly at how loudly her heels echoed down the narrow passages, the woman continued to call out the cats name in a hushed voice. Luna couldn't have ran off that quickly, could she.

Ryan was up to things...again. This time he did not have Gavin with him but that was not a problem. He was not afraid of walking in the Knockturn Alley alone. He was an ex-Auror after all and knew how to protect himself in case...whatever happens. Plus he did not mind dying or being seriously injured and there were less than a few people that would care about him so walking free in an alley full of Dark Wizards was not a problem for him.

And perhaps he had become a dark wizard too. Hehe. At least he paid extra attention to look like a dark wizard today wearing all black with the deep purple shadows under his eyes. Yes, he was a perfect dark wizard. And since now he got what he wanted it was time to get out of that place so the blond man made his way towards the stairs but halted dead when he saw a woman he knew, Helena, coming down the stairs.

Quickly the man fastened his steps and approached the woman after wearing his hat. ''Helena Beaumont'' he whispered mysteriously ''What are you doing here?''

"Luuuuna, where are you?!" Helena hesitantly carried on down the stairs, crouching down a little whilst trying to look down every space big enough for the cat to have crawled into. Maybe... she'd just have to accept that the cat'd gone. There was no way she'd find the cat now. Helena didn't even need to get to the bottom of the stairs to realise that.

Hearing footsteps at the bottom of the stairs, Helena looked up (Or would that be down?) to the figure.... who seemed to be just staring at her.

Crap.

This was just what she needed, wasn't it? For some creepy looking, dark wizard to attack her. Slowly, Helena took a few steps back, so that she was on the next step. One step closer to Diagon Alley. To safety. But... no. He was climbing the stairs, quickly.

It's amazing how many swear words you can translate into French when you're in a situation like this.

As the man spoke, Helena halted with one foot on the next step. He knew her name.... and she knew that voice. The woman frowned and took a few of the steps closer to him. "Ryan?" She asked, sounding really surprised. For a moment, Helena completely forgot why she was even in this horrid place.

Why was she here? "I could ask you the same thing.... Why're you dressed like... like this?" She climbed down a few more steps, so that there was very little space between her and Ryan. Because she was on the upper stairs, Helena was taller than Ryan, which seemed a little funny. But.... his question. Why WAS she here?

"Luna." Helena looked at the man, with a grim expression on her face, like she was telling him that someone had just died. "Iris's cat. She's pregnant. I was taking her to the Menagerie, but she got out of the cage, but I don't have a clue how. She ran off down these stairs..." The woman broke off mid-sentence and looked at Ryan desperately. He'd just been in Knocturn Alley. Maybe he'd seen Luna? Or maybe he'd know his way around the place, and would be able to help her find the cat. Hopefully...

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"Luuuuna, where are you?!" Helena hesitantly carried on down the stairs, crouching down a little whilst trying to look down every space big enough for the cat to have crawled into. Maybe... she'd just have to accept that the cat'd gone. There was no way she'd find the cat now. Helena didn't even need to get to the bottom of the stairs to realise that.

Hearing footsteps at the bottom of the stairs, Helena looked up (Or would that be down?) to the figure.... who seemed to be just staring at her.

Crap.

This was just what she needed, wasn't it? For some creepy looking, dark wizard to attack her. Slowly, Helena took a few steps back, so that she was on the next step. One step closer to Diagon Alley. To safety. But... no. He was climbing the stairs, quickly.

It's amazing how many swear words you can translate into French when you're in a situation like this.

As the man spoke, Helena halted with one foot on the next step. He knew her name.... and she knew that voice. The woman frowned and took a few of the steps closer to him. "Ryan?" She asked, sounding really surprised. For a moment, Helena completely forgot why she was even in this horrid place.

Why was she here? "I could ask you the same thing.... Why're you dressed like... like this?" She climbed down a few more steps, so that there was very little space between her and Ryan. Because she was on the upper stairs, Helena was taller than Ryan, which seemed a little funny. But.... his question. Why WAS she here?

"Luna." Helena looked at the man, with a grim expression on her face, like she was telling him that someone had just died. "Iris's cat. She's pregnant. I was taking her to the Menagerie, but she got out of the cage, but I don't have a clue how. She ran off down these stairs..." The woman broke off mid-sentence and looked at Ryan desperately. He'd just been in Knocturn Alley. Maybe he'd seen Luna? Or maybe he'd know his way around the place, and would be able to help her find the cat. Hopefully...

After suspiciously eyeing around to make sure no one was watching, Ryan took a step closer to Helena slightly smiling at her. ''Shh...i am a dark wizard'' he said with a fake serious expression. This of course did not explain much why he was there dressed like this so he did not forget to add ''I am lately working on a...well...rather complicated case'' the whisper was so low that only the woman could hear it. Of course he could cast a muffliato spell on them but taking the wand out for now would raise more suspicion if there was something watching or listening in.

He had to be careful after all if he did not want to be arrested or mauled by a group of real dark wizards since what he had done was probably going to annoy them in the future. Hehe. He did not worry about that though since the term 'Dark Wizard' somehow made him want to do something to annoy them and Ryan Chambers was number one when it come to annoying people.

However he totally forgot about that when he saw the sad expression on Helena's beautiful face. ''Luna'' the man repeated trying to remember if he had seen a cat in the alley. But he shoke his head meaning no since he was such an observer and would surely remember if he had seen a cat on the way. ''Not to worry Helena'' yet he said trying to cheer her up ''I will find your cat. I promise. I am good at finding things. Now if you excuse me'' he raised his wand and aimed it at the woman ''Since you look too beautiful and elegant to belong here, we will pretend that you are my hostage'' and he wold love to play this game. ''Now, walk'' he said with a kind smile playfully poking her with the wand.

Helena looked at Ryan, with a bemused grin on her face. "I can see that." The woman blushed lightly as she spoke. Ryan actually suited this darker look, and that disturbed her slightly. He was supposed to a good guy. Ryan Chambers should NOT look this good in disguise, but he did. As Ryan added that he was working on a 'complicated case', the woman nodded in understanding. She could see that just from the look on his face that it was important, and probably shouldn't be discussed here.

She eyed him hopefully, trying to see past the attire and the disguise, when he repeated the cats name. However, her expression fell a little when it became apparent that he'd not seen a cat. Ahh.... Luna really was gone, wasn't she? There was going to be no way that she'd get her back. The woman certainly didn't fancy going INTO Knockturn Alley.

As Ryan announced that he'd find Luna, Helena smiled a little. "Oh, thank you, Ryan." It was that bit of reassurance that she needed, because she knew that the man was good at the things he said he was good at. When he took his wand out, Helena raised her eyebrow and looked behind her, as if to see some Dark Wizard about to attack her. But... no. He was aiming it at her. "Ryan... What're you - ?" Doing... The make up had clearly made the man insane. It was messing with his brain!

"Pretend to be your hostage?!" The woman hissed at him, lowering her voice so as to avoid attracting any unwanted attention. "Are you actually insane?!" Hmpf. Clearly, he was. The woman jumped slightly as he poked her with his wand, then quickly crossed her arms in defence. "No! This is a rediculous idea, Ryan. It won't work. And besides, I'm not foolish enough to fall into such a situation - real or pretend." She looked at him, and took her own wand out. "No... We won't pretend that I'm your hostage. You said I look too elegant to belong down there. So... "

Turning her wand on herself, Helena transfigured her hair from golden blonde to muddy brown, rather insane curls. Then, she rearranged her make-up; choosing heavy and dark colours. Transfiguring her dress proved to be much more difficult. It was a beautiful dress, and Helena was scared that the transfiguration would go wrong. Still, she aimed her wand over herself, and transfigured her dress into a deep red dress, that was looking rather tatty and dirty. It looked as though once it would have been a beautiful dress, but is no longer. Her shoes were now just plain black, heeled boots.

Helena took a few steps back and, out of seemingly-nowhere, conjured a black travelling cloak. After a couple of spells and charms, the cloak looked just as worn down as the dress. She put it on, fastening the bronze clasp carefully.

Now she looked like a completely different woman. Dark!Helena turned to face Ryan. "We walk in there as if we belong there." She said, simply. "You dragging a hostage in there would lead to questions and the likes of the wizards down there to suspect things, and could land us in a situation that we both know neither of us want to be in." The woman nodded slightly at Ryan, then glanced behind her to make sure that they were still alone. "We should go. Before someone else comes along."

And with that, Helena put her wand into her holster and stepped around Ryan, descending down the last few steps into Knockturn Alley, gesturing for him to follow her. As she walked, she put every last piece of energy into looking like she belonged in this horrid place, as if she was proud of being a 'Dark Witch'. One thing she didn't have was a plan of what her business was on this particularly dull day, should some other fellow dark wizard talk to her. She was a quick thinker, though, and so was Ryan. So together, they would hopefully be fine.

Ryan slightly but kindly laughed when Helena exclaimed asking if he was insane. Heheh. Yes that could be said. Some people did really think Ryan Chambers was insane...well...was he insane? That was unknown but it was obvious that he was not normal. ''But it was a fun idea'' he protested with a dissappointed expression. He wanted to play but, oh, Helena did not like the game.

That was okay though. He was going to find another way yet it appeared that there was no need for that when the woman took her wand and began to transfigure herself. Hmm. Impressed by her wandwork, the man just watched her silently his wand still aimed at her. And when Helena was done with her work becoming Dark!Helena, Dark!Ryan kept watching her in awe then he realised that his wand was still out.

Ehem...

Without saying a word, he smiled at the dark witch and conjuring a black rose with the help of his wand, he put the flower in the woman's dark hair. Though she seemed to be a dirty dark witch, she was still looking lovely to the man. Putting his wand back in its holster, Dark!Ryan nodded quickly at Dark!Helena's words. They made sense. However there was a problem. Hehe. Taking the woman's hand he started to walk down the stairs ready to voice that little problem ''I am Muggleborn. You are not going to Crucio me, are you?''

*smirk*

Pfft. A fun idea? Helena scoffed at Ryan as he said this. The man quite honestly did seem to be going insane. She rolled her eyes as she brushed a stray curl out of her face. "A fun idea... Yes, of course." Helena looked up at Ryan, and almost laughed at his the expression on his face. The man looked like a child that'd just been told he wasn't allowed to have any dessert.

Now that Helena was completely looking unlike her usual, cheerful self, she eyed Ryan carefully. Well, they both certainly looked like they'd fit in with the likes of the people at the bottom of this staircase. And just as well, too. As Ryan moved his wand away from Helena, she gazed at him with a curious expression. What was he conjuring a black rose up for? Helena blushed as the man took the rose and entwined it into her hair, ignoring the fluttering feeling in her stomach. She smiled softly at him, before beginning to walk.

Helena was grateful that Ryan had taken hold of her hand. It gave her the courage that she needed to play this part through. It was already very cold and even darker... Who knew what lay at the other end of this street? Helena certainly didn't want to think about it... and she didn't want to find out, either.

She smirked as Ryan spoke up. "Well... that depends on if you want me to, Ryan. Though... I do think that would blow our cover." Ryan being a Muggleborn.... could prove to be a problem. Helena just hoped that Dark Wizards aren't all that good at detecting the Blood Status of another wizard. And even if they could, Ryan is certainly arrogant enough to be "Pure Blooded".

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Pfft. A fun idea? Helena scoffed at Ryan as he said this. The man quite honestly did seem to be going insane. She rolled her eyes as she brushed a stray curl out of her face. "A fun idea... Yes, of course." Helena looked up at Ryan, and almost laughed at his the expression on his face. The man looked like a child that'd just been told he wasn't allowed to have any dessert.

Now that Helena was completely looking unlike her usual, cheerful self, she eyed Ryan carefully. Well, they both certainly looked like they'd fit in with the likes of the people at the bottom of this staircase. And just as well, too. As Ryan moved his wand away from Helena, she gazed at him with a curious expression. What was he conjuring a black rose up for? Helena blushed as the man took the rose and entwined it into her hair, ignoring the fluttering feeling in her stomach. She smiled softly at him, before beginning to walk.

Helena was grateful that Ryan had taken hold of her hand. It gave her the courage that she needed to play this part through. It was already very cold and even darker... Who knew what lay at the other end of this street? Helena certainly didn't want to think about it... and she didn't want to find out, either.

She smirked as Ryan spoke up. "Well... that depends on if you want me to, Ryan. Though... I do think that would blow our cover." Ryan being a Muggleborn.... could prove to be a problem. Helena just hoped that Dark Wizards aren't all that good at detecting the Blood Status of another wizard. And even if they could, Ryan is certainly arrogant enough to be "Pure Blooded".

''No...um'' again the blond dark wizard looked around to make sure no one was watching then he turned back to the dark witch with a smile. Dark wizards did not smile but Dark!Ryan did. He was a unique dark wizard. Haha. ''It might hurt a little'' then he said commenting about the Cruciatus curse ''But i encourage you to do it if my blood status should give us away, okay?'' now his expression was a serious one ''Seriously Helena...'' the man went on touching her new dark hair ''...if anything should go wrong, leave me and save yourself. Do you promise you'll do that?'' Before they stepped into the Knockturn Alley he wanted to make sure that Helena fully understood this.

She was a mother with two children but Ryan had nothing to lose or no one to cry after him if something happened to him and that was why he was so confident when wandering around this dark alley. There was also his skills but leaving no one behind to worry about him was more important.

Helena watched Ryan carefully as he spoke. With a small smile, she nodded at his comment. Pain was usually the aim of the cruciatus curse, so of course it’d hurt a little. Helena did not want to be the witch to cause such pain to Ryan, though… so she wouldn’t ever use it on him. Nope. Never.

When the man continued to talk, Helena furrowed her eyebrows. “I… I… what?! No!” Helena actually couldn’t believe that Ryan had just said what he did. There was no way that she’d EVER be able to use that curse against anyone, let alone Ryan. She looked at him, gazing right into his eyes as he spoke. “N-no…. Ryan, I can’t. I won’t. I… I… If we do get caught out, then… then I’ll come up with something. I’m good with words; I’ll come up with something. But I won’t do that. Not to you.” The woman spoke very quickly, quietly and urgently, never looking away from Ryan’s face.

Only when Ryan touched her hair did Helena realise that they’d stopped walking. She glanced over Ryan’s shoulder to make sure that they were still alone. Now would be the worst possible time for someone who was actually Dark to come by. She looked back at Ryan, shocked, as he told her to leave him if something bad happened. Ryan… Why, why are you making me promise this? Helena’s eyes seemed to speak for her as she thought this. “I… Ryan…” The woman shook her head lightly, she didn’t want to promise that.

The woman put her hand on Ryan’s cheek, and gazed up at him before gently placing her lips on his. Pulling away from the brief kiss; Helena looked Ryan in the eyes. “You’re making me promise to leave you for dead if we get into some unfortunate situation whilst looking for a cat. You’re truly mental, Ryan Chambers.” She shook her head slightly, in disbelief. “But I’m not going to make that promise. I don’t need to.” She wasn’t going to promise this, because they weren’t going to let their cover get blown. No, they’d go down into Knockturn Alley; find Luna and apparate away before anyone could try to question them.

Now… it would probably be a good idea to go. The sooner they find Luna, the sooner they could leave. The dark alley was already making Helena feel nervous.

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Helena watched Ryan carefully as he spoke. With a small smile, she nodded at his comment. Pain was usually the aim of the cruciatus curse, so of course it’d hurt a little. Helena did not want to be the witch to cause such pain to Ryan, though… so she wouldn’t ever use it on him. Nope. Never.

When the man continued to talk, Helena furrowed her eyebrows. “I… I… what?! No!” Helena actually couldn’t believe that Ryan had just said what he did. There was no way that she’d EVER be able to use that curse against anyone, let alone Ryan. She looked at him, gazing right into his eyes as he spoke. “N-no…. Ryan, I can’t. I won’t. I… I… If we do get caught out, then… then I’ll come up with something. I’m good with words; I’ll come up with something. But I won’t do that. Not to you.” The woman spoke very quickly, quietly and urgently, never looking away from Ryan’s face.

Only when Ryan touched her hair did Helena realise that they’d stopped walking. She glanced over Ryan’s shoulder to make sure that they were still alone. Now would be the worst possible time for someone who was actually Dark to come by. She looked back at Ryan, shocked, as he told her to leave him if something bad happened. Ryan… Why, why are you making me promise this? Helena’s eyes seemed to speak for her as she thought this. “I… Ryan…” The woman shook her head lightly, she didn’t want to promise that.

The woman put her hand on Ryan’s cheek, and gazed up at him before gently placing her lips on his. Pulling away from the brief kiss; Helena looked Ryan in the eyes. “You’re making me promise to leave you for dead if we get into some unfortunate situation whilst looking for a cat. You’re truly mental, Ryan Chambers.” She shook her head slightly, in disbelief. “But I’m not going to make that promise. I don’t need to.” She wasn’t going to promise this, because they weren’t going to let their cover get blown. No, they’d go down into Knockturn Alley; find Luna and apparate away before anyone could try to question them.

Now… it would probably be a good idea to go. The sooner they find Luna, the sooner they could leave. The dark alley was already making Helena feel nervous.

Of course...

The woman was not going to listen to him. So hearing her protest Ryan sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. Then his light blue gaze went to the dark side of the stairs. They were going to go to there and Helena was not accepting what he was saying. He admired her courage but he still thought that she should have listened to him since he knew what playing with darkness would be like.

But on the other hand they were just going to look for a cat. She was not joining him on his case, was she? So there was less things to worry about. The man was going to try his best to find the cat and keep Helena safe. ''You are good with words'' he repeated looking into her beautiful eyes. No, there was going to be no need for that, hopefully. ''I see'' he whispered looking around again.

Then he looked back at the woman and was about to warn her about things he had faced when he was an Auror when he felt her lips on his. Hugging her by her waist, the man kissed her back and when she pulled away he kept looking into her eyes. In those eyes he could see the thing he could never see in Persephone's eyes when he was married to her. Helena, it looked like, cared for him and Ryan could see that in her pretty eyes. Now the tour to the dark alley was going to be harder. ''Okay'' he surrendered also figuring that there was no way, he was going to persuade her for leaving him behind.

Ryan Chambers was going to find a way to keep her away if something should happen after all. So managing another small smile, he took her hand again and led her to the dark alley.

Hugo looked around to see anythings suspicious. He had to be very careful here.
Holding Fee's hand, he felt very happy and not scared at all.
He looked back, and whispered "Let's do this,"

Fee actually was a little scared to be here but with Hugo by her side she felt a little more comfortable.Squeezing his hand a little she looked around for any dark wizards or fights going on.No need to get into something like that just now.
"I am ready",she nodded,"where to go first?"

The girl of age found herself heading toward the once forbidden Knockturn Alley. Let's say she was here for 'business'. What she was looking for wasn't for her but rather someone who was not in England at the current moment. It was dark. Very dark. She could hear the rumbling of carts ahead. Creepy noises emitted from it. Taking a deep breath she started to descend the steps, pulling the hat of the cloak she wore over her head. Suddenly she stopped and took a seat on one of the steps. Ughh...now she was unsure that she wanted to head down here. Thalia Munroe undid the hood covering her head, and started up the steps, almost running into a man talking to two young children. She walked past them.

Jason was lost as he was trying to find Vanessa, he had apparated with her, Bonnie and Hayley here. However it didn't seem like a good idea to run off when he didn't know where he was going. He walked down the steps and thought he saw someone familiar. Nahh, I don't know her. He kept on walking but he decided to look once more. And there she was. Thalia Munroe.

"Thal?" He called, suprised.

Thalia almost tripped walking up the steps when she heard someone say her name. She quickly caught herself on the wall before she fell face first on the rock. The 17 year old quickly regained her composure. She turned to look who had just said her name. As if anyone remembered her. It had been 3 years since she had been in Diagon Alley. Looking at the guy she thought had said her name, she tilted her head a tiny bit. It was dark. She could barely see anyone. "Who iz you?" she questioned in her French accent.

Jason tilted his head and walked up towards her, that way she could see who he was. Sure he was two years younger than her, but 15 didn't matter that much. Hehh, right? "Jason, Jason Moon. Your ex? Remember me?" He asked, hoping she did. He missed her alot and he still hadn't told her about his parents. Then again this place seemed creepy, so why was she here?