Setting foot for the first time in Diagon Alley, Stephen Fanelli took in all it had to offer. Or so it seemed like he did. He could careless what this place looked like at the moment. Maybe when he's older, he's like it better. But right now he was hating his previous teachers in Italy who always complained about his attitude and behavior. Poor boy never did anything to them in the first place.

"Might as well buy these books and supplies. But where is that girl?" Stephen quietly asked himself. Where was his best friend at a time like this?

Katy skipped down the street with some candy in her hand. Chew. Chew. Chew. Not paying attention to where she was going she bumped into someone and her candy went flying everywhere. Grrrrrr.... "Noooooo!!!! My Candy!!!!!!" She cried as she looked at all the candy on the ground. She had spent the last of her money on the delicious ice mice that were now on the ground. Sad face. She looked up at the person she bumped into and saw that boy. "Hey aren't you that kid that was looking for my uncle that time. You know by that store" She said to him.

"Watch where you're going!" Stephen retorted as someone bumped into him. But to his bad luck, it was the crazy girl he met at the Way's place last Christmas. Ugh, why her out of all people? "Yeah, and I do have a name. And you're that crazy girl with the big hair and loud voice," Humph.

"Pssh Well you don't have to be sooooo rude" Hmph. There was only room for one rude person and that person was going to be Kat. "Yeah I sorta guessed you would have a name. Doesn't everyone??" She said in a Duh tone. Pssshh.

"Crazy!? Big Hair!? Loud Voice!?" This boy was crazy!!!! "I am NOT crazy!! Okay maybe on occasions I might be slightly crazy. But still. And as for the big hair. I think not. And my voice isn't even that loud. It's not like I go around yelling everything I say" Hmph. Why was Tyler even friends with this loser??

Rolling his eyes, Stephen sighed and shook his head at the poor child in front of him. But then again, they were the same age. Ehh. But she was way more childish them him and clearly had to become more mature later on. Or sooner to be safer. But when the girl opened her mouth again, Stephen regretted talking to her in the first place.

"Must you yell!? I'm right in front of you. Merlin, you crazy child! And your voice is EXTREMELY loud now tone it down,"

James ran full pelt, his sides bursting from the laughter he was trying to hold in. The distinctive smell of the magical gunpowder found only in magical fireworks was heavy on the air behind him, and the yelling and cursing which echoed behind him gave a pretty big hint about what he'd been up to. Once he was sure that he and Fin weren't being chased, he came to a stop. He glanced at Finlay, face splitting into a grin and then he leaned against the wall casually, no sign of any breathlessness, despite the running.

He belonged there obviously.

The unlit fireworks sticking out of his pocket belonged there too.

"I've got another one of the spider ones here." He commented to Finlay about his stash. The spider ones were charmed so that the fireworks, when lit, would explode with dozens of crackling little spiders which actually managed to crawl over things, sparking and smoldering anything that happened to be flammable as the spiders made contact.

Like with clothing for example.

They were good fun though, even if there was this one time....

That had been immense. And it almost made him regret agreeing with his parents demands of him going to Hogwarts, because he wouldn't be able to roam the streets of Diagon Alley anymore. At least Jimmy was coming along too, meaning that they would still be able to make loads of trouble together, which was perfectly acceptable. He stopped where Jimmy had, and grinned, as he fixed his hair. That had definetly been fun, especially with the look on the man's face, who had totally not been expecting it.

"Awesome." Finlay glanced around the alley, from the corner that they were sat on. Mmm. All the students from Hogwarts were here now, all perfect targets, although it might have been a good idea to not really make enemies before they even got there, but Finlay could hardly care. He'd gladly make enemies if he got a laugh out of it.

After gazing around the alley, he turned back to Jimmy, with a smirk. "How about we set that spider one off... scare all those silly kids."

It wasn't difficult to hear the shrieking giggles of some teenage boy. Raiden had been relatively nearby, though luckily for him, he was in the direction they were coming toward. Lucky this was, because it meant he hadn't been a victim to whatever the guy was doing. Frowning slightly, Raiden paused on the corner and very openly stared at the boys.

What were they even doing. Setting off fireworks? In Diagon Alley? At people?

"You could hurt someone, you know." His tone was flat, careful. "Shooting those things off around here. You'll get the shopkeepers mad too."

All not-awesome things. Things to be avoided. If, you know, you wanted to not be an annoying prat.

"Have to find the perfect target. Don't want to waste it."

The perfect target would react in one of three ways:
1. Freaking out and generally causing Jimmy to laugh at their misfortunes
2. Getting angry and attempting to hex them
3. Assuming the target was female, then snogging.

amendment to number 3. Snogging Jimmy.

James had mastered the casual lean, and was doing exactly that. If anyone happened to have a camera and decide to take a snap right then, it'd be a good picture. He just posed naturally.

All angles were good angles.

"Maybe in Floreans or something. Or Madame Malkins, though they might cause a fire. Floreans'd be better." He suggested looking around and scanning the growing crowds for a target, or someone to perve at. Either or.


What was that now? James turned his head slowly, spotted the talker and after a short pause he laughed. "Well gee, thanks for that. I hadn't realised, you know? Safety badge for you, mate."

How much did James care about the shopkeepers being mad?

He thought about it.

He didn't care.

As for people getting hurt, nothing serious would happen. They were spiderworks not dragonworks.

Lying down on the dirty ground, his back against the rough wall, the young man moved a little. His legs were stretched forward, his arms crossed over his chest with his gatsby hat on his face. In the position he was in, he looked like he was fast asleep. He was at first that is until some idiot's feet were making a lot of noise.

Placing a finger under his hat, he pushed it up and squinted from underneath it at the three who were a few feet away from him. Willie licked his dry chapped lips, wondering what the commotion was about.

"Oi," he spoke hoarsely, loud enough for them to listen to him. "If you three want ter be jabberin', dun be doin' it here. Can't you see I'm sleepin'?"

"Mmm. Right." Finn nodded in agreement, because well he generally wanted to agree with the guy with the fireworks. But really the target had to be a good one, because he generally didn't want to fire a firework at some hot girl, as that would generally reduce the odds of him getting a good snog, and he rather liked snogging hot girls. Although making hot girls... mad didn't seem like such a bad option really either.

"Floreans...." He nodded, it sounded safer that the other shop, because he generally didn't want to start a fire there, not that he brought his robes from there anyway, but it would be unfortunate to leave poor little souls without robes, although it would be funny to watch at Hogwarts, when they were freezing to death.

He was about to speak again, when some spoilsport came along, he rolled his eyes. Pfft. How dare someone ruin there fun. "oh I'm sure they'll run home to mummy if they get hurt...." It was nothing a little magic couldn't fix, and after all they were all wizards
And oh lookie. There was someone on the floor. He turned to look at the guy. Mmm. He hadn't noticed him before, maybe he'd blended in. "Sleeping on the floor really? Can you not afford a bed?" Because that was well...disgusting?

After walking practically in circles trying to search for Jaxon, Hailey stopped and noticed that she was literally in the middle of Diagon Alley and what she supposed was Knockturn Alley, her father explained that she could tell that place was bad just by the feeling of it. I wonder what Tyler would say if he found out I ended up heading off in Knockturn Alley...I know he'd write home and tell mom and dad about that, they definitely wouldn't be happy about that.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed two boys looking like they were about to cause some trouble; she wasn't one to get people in trouble so she just thought that it was best to sort of watch them but make it seem like she was distracted by other things. It worked plenty of times before but this was a lot different than Ottawa, here there was no way she could escape without ending up having to push someone into a wall.

Sarcasm. Raiden's mouth twitched as amusement washed over his face. Really? These two bratty guys were running around Diagon Alley, setting off fireworks and terrorising the place, and they didn't expect someone to say something to them?

"Well aren't you just special little snowflakes," he murmured, voice far from reflecting anything akin to an amused state. He looked at the second guy and one eyebrow raised. "And then 'mummy' will come down here and deal with you, which I'm sure will be fun for the rest of Diagon Alley to watch. Not so much for you, though."

Why was he even bothering? Really. Casting a look at the... er... person, who was attempting to sleep on the ground, he shrugged.

"You're bugging the... er... the bum." The familiar looking bum. "You should probably quit before you get yourselves into trouble."

Judging from the shouting that had followed them this way, it was likely they'd already passed that point, however. Raiden's attention went back to the bum and he tilted his head slightly, frowning as he tried to get a good look at the dirty young man.

Jeez!! This boy was infuriating!!!! "You want to hear loud!? This is LOUD!!!!!" Breatheeee. In. Out. In. Out. Now that her temper was under control she smiled at him. "Now listen buddy, you are in need of a guide and I am in need of someone to buy me some ice mice considering what happened to them." Siiiiiigh. Why must all the bad things happen to her. First she wasted all of her money then her candy falls, and lastly... she is stuck talking to this rude kid who's name she still doesn't know. "So how about we make a deal?? I tone my voice down and show you around and you spare me some money so I could buy some candy and yes I will share. Sooooo deal??"

What?

Jimmy glanced down dismissively and shrugged.

"During the day? What, all the best hobo spots taken up at night time?" He glanced at Finlay and added in a quieter, conversational tone, "I can't say I've ever seen any hobos around Diagon Alley before. Adds colour I reckon."

He looked down at the guy. "I like your hat, mate."

Floreans would also mean ice cream.

"I'll get ice cream first I think. Wouldn't want to get banned before that part happens, you know?" common sense. James Sacheverell Wilkes had it.

"Nobody will get hurt. Not for real." James didn't bother explaining the safety charms. Honestly look at him, he was obviously impeccable, no burns or anything and he'd been messing with fireworks since before he could wield a wand.

He might have seemed reckless, but there was less of that and more boredom going on when you got right down to....

... hello.

"Hello seven-point-five, why don't you come and join us?" Jimmy grinned from his position leaning against the wall.

Reluctantly he turned his attention back to safety badge.

"Thats SUCH a compliment, and from a complete stranger?" Snowflake? Sure. Whatever. James was a sexy snowflake RAWR. Not that safety badge would appreciate that....

... not that Jim cared.

"Maybe we want trouble. Makes things more interesting, you know?" Truth.

Another summer, another accomplished mission of getting herself to Diagon Alley. It was actually even easier this year, but Grayson had a feeling her uncle had a big part in convincing her parents she'd be better off in the Wizarding world. Or at least, he probably knew she'd've kept thinking of ways to irritate Cameron if he didn't get her away from home.It wasn't her fault her little brother was still, well, her little brother. And it was too much fun practicing pranks on him, even though she knew things would be easier once she got to Hogwarts and could use magic. Sometimes she wished she wasn't only fourteen.

Bouncing along in her Converse, a little more worn out yet still her favorite shoes, she glanced along the row of shops she passed. She knew she'd need to check out the sweets shop eventually. And get school supplies, but she wanted to use every bit of her time there, so she needed to take stock of things first. She also was curious if she'd see anyone from last term, as she hadn't spoken to Demarcus, or anyone else for the last month or so. She needed her friends to bounce off of, or she needed to add to the list. Tilting a head in curiosity as she saw a boy stretched out on the ground, it took her a minute to see Raiden nearby, then she heard him berating others. Hmm, she thought, moving closer to find out what was going on. And then she heard the key word, and perked up. "Trouble?," she asked, interest leaking through her voice as she spoke without thinking. That happened sometimes when she was intrigued, and besides, she needed to find more troublemakers to play with now Raven was gone.

Willie thought it would be all silent after his "tough" words, but sadly that didn't happen.

Placing his hands on his hat, his adjusted it well on his head and placed one of his hands against his cheeks. "Well, te tell you the truth, mate, it be better than sleepin' in the rough beds I be sleepin' in fer three years." Willie smirked, then stretching his arms over his head.

He raised a brow at the other guy. Huh. Familiar.

Eh, everyone looks the same

"A bum? Who you callin' a bum, ya priss?"

Willie shrugged. "Now I don't be needin' to tell you this, but I ain't had a proper sleep in a long time. So I'd like it if ye fellars took this somewhere else. Much appreciated."

A grin grew on his lips. "Thanks, mate. Nicked it from the warden."

Really? You want to call me some number.. I don't think you're going to learn who you're dealing with here.

Hailey decided to walk over to them and raised her eyebrow slightly when she saw a guy lieing down on the ground, it was a little strange seeing that but it wasn't her main focus now. "So..what's going on here?" Acting clueless was her specialty at times.

Finlay just kinda stared at the older guy, but then Jimmy's rating of some girl caught his attention, and he glanced around until he saw the said. "7.5?" He repeated, with a smirk, as he watched the girl come over. "I think an 8 maybe?" He flashed a grin at her as she came by them. What's going on? "Well...whats going on is that you seem to be having a lucky day..." by meeting him obviously...oh and Jimmy too actually. But he didn't tell her his name....he wanted to decide whether she was worthy of an 8 yet, because if not...she would be going down on his scale.

"Oh...my mother cant come down here I'm afraid." He turned his attention back to the other guy, and smirked. "You see she's in France...quite unfortuante that she can't return and accompany me here to be honest." He laughed. Yeah. Right. His mother was at home, sewing some silly blanket, and not caring what her son was doing at all.

Finally he looked at the other guy, the one that had been on the floor. "Oh that's quite unfortunate.....so the floor is better?" The man definetly needed a proper bed...or a cleaner floor.

Maybe they wanted trouble?

Well. Weren't they just wonderful. Raiden couldn't even begin to fathom why someone would enjoy getting into trouble; when it happened at Hogwarts, you ended up in detention. Detention was never fun, and even less so with the psychotic potions professor.

Whatever. Maybe if he left them to their own devices, they'd accidentally blow their own fingers off.

"Well you have fun with that," he said flatly, eyes on the one with the giggle and the fireworks. They flickered to the accomplice and Raiden actually had to bite back a laugh. "Nobody said anything about it being your mum. You cause injury to someone else, you'll have their mum to deal with. At the very least."

When more people started appearing, and the boys started calling them by numbers, Raiden figured it was probably time to take his leave of this insane train. Looking once more at the... non-bum, he squinted a little and then shrugged.

"You... look familiar." But he wasn't sticking around here to find out. "Uhm... be careful that they don't light you on fire or something." Shooting a look at Grayson, he almost sighed. She would be here looking for trouble to get into. Seriously, what was wrong with these people. "You too. Watch yourself."

Hands in his pockets, he gave the firework buggers one last look before he turned on his heel and started walking away.

Oh. Torn.

Jimmy currently had a thing for blondes. And one that appeared to be intrigued by trouble? That was a half point value on its own. He gave Fin a tortured sort of look. Options. Jimmy did not do well with options. He always wanted all of everything and making choices was LAME.

He turned to the blonde again and grinned casually. "Just a little bit of trouble." He informed her depreciatingly, even holding up the fingers of one hand to make a small gesture to indicate how very minuscule the amount of trouble was.

Hehehe.


"You should come back to my place, sleep in my bed while I sneak out tonight." James suggested to the complete stranger. "Decoy. And my bed is awesome."

All true.


RAWR.

Jimmy turned that same cheeky grin on miss seven-point-five.

"Just a little bit of harmless loitering right now." He gestured at the wall that he was leaning against, and then at Fin and down at the hobo.

"Loitering with intent." He added with a little leer.

"Maybe." Jimmy agreed without looking at Finlay. His attention was almost completely divided between the two girls. Blonde. Brunette. Blonde. Brunette.

He made a slight face at mention of Finn's mother though, but didn't say anything.

"Oh you bet. Thanks Safety badge, from one snowflake to another." Jimmy saluted the other boy. Perfectly innocent. Yes he was.

Nothing to see here.

He watched his retreating back for a moment and then turned to grin at the others.

What the...

Suddenly, there was a group of people standing around, basically chatting. Willie was flabbergasted, and he would indeed be flabbergasted if he knew what the word ment. How could these people have the nerve to disturb a man's sleep? Did they have no respect for those who slept?

Ack.

Willie rubbed his hands together before pushing himself up as to warm his hands so they wouldn't be shocked by the cold ground. Once he stood up, he stretched an arm over his head, the other to the side while making a mewing sound. After, he shook his head from left to right, cracking it. Then came his knuckles and his shoulders. When he was done, he adjusted his hat once more. The hat must be perfect.

"Will do, priss." Willie murmured, tipping his hat off to the priss who left. Was he a priss or what?

He then turned to the other group. "Aren't you all a quiet lot. Kudos, I say. Kudos," he sarcastically said while clapping, trying his best to smile. These fools, not letting him sleep. "A man like meself tries ter sleep, and you lot have no dignity or respect to be lettin' a man such as meself sleep. Great. Just great."

Willie looked at one of the boys, the one who commented on the floor. "Eh. Ye'd say the same if you've been in that juvie. Whew. And oh," he smiled truthfully, turning to the other boy, "I'll take on yer offer, mate. One question, though: Dya have valuables in yer house?" He said, a mischievous grin creeping on his lips, his eyes narrowing slightly.

If he thinks he can get to me, then he's got another thing coming seriously. I'll let him believe that he's Mr. Superior until his world comes crashing down around him.

"Loitering with intent eh.. sounds interesting." Hailey grinned slightly then raised her sunglasses to reveal her blue eyes. "Saw you had a bit of trouble with Caution Magoo there. Such a shame that people like that want to ruin a good time because they're concerned for people's safety." Safety, schmafety.

Things were just getting more interesting the longer Grayson stayed. The boy on the ground was involved, somehow, but as he didn't seem bothered by her she sort of ignored him. She apparently wasn't annoying him as much as the others. Although his comment about the warden caught her attention. She'd have to investigate that later. Because right now she had other fun stuff to deal with. She bit back a giggle at the expression on Raiden's face as he'd glanced at her. Seemed her reputation actually did precede her, as he'd never caught her doing anything. Maybe he'd heard about the potion incident at the ball. She sent a grin at him, though, as he sent her a warning. "Always," she said, only the tiniest bit facetiously. She did always watch herself, just probably not in the way Raiden meant. Anyone who knew how to get into trouble but hadn't gotten caught knew how to watch themselves. Or, anyone who'd gotten caught but managed to talk their way out of trouble.

She glanced back at the one trouble-boy, though, once Raiden left. "Only a little bit of trouble?," she asked speculatively, before flashing him a mischievous grin. Either she was working her way in on this, or she'd find someone who was planning something bigger. Or she'd plan her own pranks again. She still had a few vials of potions she hadn't used on her brother, at least. Unless she could decide on other modes of prankdom, for now. There was going to be the whole term, too. But right now this group seemed promising, especially as the other girl spoke again. Troublemakers unite, she couldn't help but think, before she spoke again. "Raiden's all about caution and safety. He was a prefect last term," she explained. "He's pretty easy to deal with, though." All bark and no bite, at least as far as she was concerned. But then, with the exception of Professor Lafay, she thought that about most people.