Niles sighs with the relief as he realizes it was just an ordinary coin. It wasn't as if it were something unimportant there because it had not been there before, so logically he deduced take the coin it could come in handy. Who knows, he might have to cross over the river Stykes...it could be important.

Tap-tap-tap went Sienna's tennis shoe against the floor. She was impatient... impatient and anxious. Jessica didn't take nearly as long in real time as she did on Sienna's internal clock. The consistent knocking was driving her crazy. She felt like any second now whoever was at their door would come bursting in. Sienna decided their visitor must not be very smart, though, considering they were clearly still standing at the front door. If they were intelligent, they would have come around to the back door and tried it.... It wouldn't have helped any for it was locked... but still.

Sienna's eyes darted up to meet her sister's as she heard her footsteps coming down the hallway. Nodding at her Jessica's words, Sienna held up her fingers with one hand and grasped the door knob with the other. Mouthing each number, she counted them off on her fingers...

One.... Two.... THREE!

Her hands fumbling, Sienna flung the door open, slung her knapsack over her shoulder and dashed out of the house. She didn't feel any sorrow knowing she may never see the place again. Sienna was ready to leave... in all truth, she had been for a decade. The girl only looked back once, at her sister. Then she shot around the corner, ready to meet the intruder.

OOC:: Can they use magic? Or do they just have wands? Sorry, it's probably a silly question.

Logic caught Frenchie's smile and managed a small one in return, feeling bad that she was almost so anxious not to be her normal self around him. "So do I," she said quietly, leaning her head back against the seat and pulling her legs up so she could wrap her arms around them.

Stephanie glared at the boy. "What do you mean modify?! This was supposed to be a five star hotel!" she snapped, losing her patience quickly then looking at the homework, wishing nothing more than to throw the darn textbook at his head. "Are you even old enough to work here?" she added. Stupid child. What was wrong with him. "I demand a new suite," Stephanie said, resisting the urge to stomp her foot like a little kid. "I will not reside in that... ugh," Stephanie continued to rant a bit, her blue eyes (contacts), blazing.

Frenchie looked at Logic as she wrapped her arms around her legs, he sighed "Logic I have been thinking," he said as he looked back at the sky, "taking down the Ministry is dangerous and if one of us dies I just want to say that....." Frenchie felt himself blush deep red, great, his voice left him for a minute.

Niles turned to the door and left his small apartment quickly he got into a cab driving as fast as possible to the most desolate and uninhabited area near by. That would of course have been the local see-lift in the town he had been staying seeing it was summer or the end of summer no one would be skiing at this time. Unless they were magically doing so which, was entirely unlikely.

ooc: hey sorry for the short post above, new to this. also where is everyone???

OOC: It doesn't matter, because they're not where you are. Some are on their way to London, many have decided to run for it instead. Let me know what you decide to do.



The boy is now thoroughly irritated. "Miss," he says, [/b]"This is a five-star hotel. One in which guests are given the freedom to change whichever commodities in their room they wish. You, however, have not purchased turn-down services and therefore must make the changes to the room... yourself."[/b] He reaches behind him and grabs a ball which he slams down on the counter in front of him. The bell rings twice seemingly of its own accord and the boy disappears.



OOC: Um, well, this is how it's going to work. You have wands, but you've forgotten most of your training. You can maybe do some first year stuff, like Levitating. However, magic is also affected by emotions. Such as how Ron mriaculously new a spell for making someone burp slugs. Sooo... you wave your wand and I'll tell you what your emotional state will create using magic.



You hear a lot of people shouting after you, but people are stumbling over each other, so you managed to get all the way to the restrooms.



OH MY GOD!!! I'M FLYING!! OHGODOHGODOHGOD!! REALLY HIGH UP!! You begin to panic a little. Your body doesn't exactly remember how to fly anymore!

Elle looked down. BIG MISTAKE! She never had been a fan of heights and now she was in the sky, flying at the height her plan had taken only that day. Just a day? Man it felt longer. She shook her little fluffy bird head, she had holidayed, arrived and been arrested, all in that one day. She caried on flying, trying to flap her wings extra hard, she was a little rusty and couldn't really remember what to do, but she sorta did...she carried on, flapping really hard and ignoring the niggiling feeling in her head

Charlie RRRRAAAAAAAAAAN LIKE A WILD MANIAC! wait ... what? He had just past the bathrooms. If he kept running he wouldn't be able to use his plan ... but if he went in that person in the cloak had more chance of getting him. He checked the way he came quickly, god they were slow. He pushed open the restroom doors, closing it quickly to make it look as if he had never came in. Then over to the mirror. Taking deep breaths, he splashed some water in his face, praying that he would wake up from this stupid stupid dream. But no luck.

Jessica attempted to put on a brave front, and was indeed not as naive as she had been when she and her twin had started their new life, but she was trembling all over. Taking a quick glance at her wand, she noticed her hand shaking slightly with fear. Blinking and attempting to collect herself, she saw Sienna begin to count it down.

The countdown almost seemed as if it were in slow motion, at least to Jessica. One: her wand hand shook a bit more, although she attempted to steady it with her free hand. Two: she began chomping on her lip as if she was ready to eat it, knowing she would cut her lip if she didn't calm down. Three! Jessica had no time to begin another nervous habit of hers because as soon as her sister had shot away, Jessica had followed and had come up right behind her, whether or not she was ready to face their guest. Her heart seemed to have frozen in that split second of movement, fear gripping her body whole.

Sunny saw that she wasn't the only one who had ran out of her house. She saw one of her neighbors rush over to her and ask her something. She assumed it was asking if she was okay, because it was old Mrs. Lyella, she was always nice. But she couldn't hear her, the explosion must have knocked her deaf. But she didn't have time to dwell on it, because just then she saw a robed man, he disappeared down an alley. Sunny smiled quickly at Mrs. Lyellla, slung her back over her back and ran toward the alley. She went around the corner and ran down it, looking for the robed man.

Stephanie gasped as she saw the boy disappear. Wh- had- no... had she been discovered? She quickly tugged her suitcase outside, not sure where to go. It was clear she could not be in there. She could be discovered! After ten years! She was dragging her luggage somewhere, not really sure which way she was going. The boy had disappeared, so randomly. How... the Ministry couldn't find her. Stephanie was panicking. She had to get out of here... anywhere.

Logic didn't look at him immediately, but when Frenchie turned back to the open sky, she did. She gulped at his words; she didn't want to think of anyone dying, least of all one of them.... "Say what?" she asked quietly, without looking away from him.

Frenchie swallowed, and looked at her "I just want to say that....I love you," he said his face even redder he looked away, great he had ruined everything now, he had had an excellent friendship with Logic but no he had to go and open his big mouth.

Zoé hit the table with her hand out of frustration. Why did they want her? Were they going to leave her here forever? She frowned and her lip quivered with anger.

She decided to spend the time looking around the room. Her eyes moved from place to place and saw that it was a pretty bare room, like the ones on those "muggle" crime scene ones. She stared at the door for a few seconds before an idea came into her head. She had to escape. She stood up and grabbed the chair. Luckily, it was light for her. She was going to get out of here. Fighting as usual. She was about to throw the chair at the door, when something moved. The sudden movement alarmed her and made her sit down instantainously at the desk.

What was wrong?

Logic's mind was spinning in tons of different directions before Frenchie had even finished his thought. She was thinking of what would happen if they did die and everyone else they hadn't seen in ten years.... then she blinked at Frenchie's words, but she didn't look away from him, even as his face reddened. "You... what?" Logic asked, even though she had heard what he said perfectly. She'd never really given much thought to the concept of love, figuring she'd know when she found it - or she wouldn't. She hadn't discounted the fact that it might not be her thing.

She swallowed the lump in her throat; it felt just like it had when all the oxygen had gone from the air. What was she supposed to say? She cared about Frenchie.... but she wasn't going to say something she didn't know for sure and she wasn't going to lie to him either. Logic could almost feel her eyes making tears, but there was no way she was going to let them go anywhere or be noticeable at all. Finally, she decided on a question. "Wh-when did this happen? she said somewhat shakily.

Tony sighed. How could he put this into little-kid speak? "Honey, those men back there in those dark robes... they were bad people. And they wanted to... to take you and I away to a bad place." He was trying to phrase this as best he could without freaking her out. "We'll be safe at Uncle Barney's, I promise." He took her hand, lacing their fingers together.

Tristan/Truman was next in line to get his plane ticket when he heard a girl hollering from somewhere further down the line, being dragged away by two security guards three times her size. His dark eyes widened at the sight of her - that voice, that face, that hair… Even if he hadn't seen her in around ten years, she still looked the same to him, there was no way he could just not recognize her.

"Lisette?" he murmured to himself. The lady behind the counter was calling to him and the people behind him began to complain, asking him to hurry, but the young man did not move, his brown eyes glued on the blonde girl that was being dragged away against her will.

A moment later, without even being aware that he was doing so, Tristan left his spot in the line and went after the small group, though always keeping a safe distance away from them so they couldn't see him. He wasn't sure why he was doing this; it's not like he and Lisette had talked since that one day so many years ago; she had turned out to be a thief, and he had been glad to see the last of her, but… He couldn't help it. There was just something about her that always dragged him back to her, that made him want to be at her side. Even after all these years, just as he'd thought he had forgotten completely about her, he found her… here. His eyes widened in realization - had she received the note too?

Tristan didn't have much time to think about this as just a moment later Lisette was being shoved and locked into a small room. He watched the guards go before making his way over to the locked door. He turned the knob, but obviously that didn't work. He pulled out his wand then, his immediate reaction was to use magic as an alternative, though he could remember almost nothing of performing magic except the very basics that only a first year in school would know. And luckily for him, the spell he needed was very basic; however, if it would work or not, he wasn't sure. He hadn't performed magic in ages. "Alohomora!"

Frenchie looked away from Logic, he was so stupid. "I love you," he repeated when she asked him what he said. How could he tell her that, he knew that Logic did not feel the same way. But what if she does feel the same way he thought, stop raising your hopes.....she does not like you like that. Frenchie heard her question and looked at her, "Well ten years ago, when we meet, I thought you were cute," he said with a sigh "and then over the years I got to know you more and more and I fell in love with you, but I didn't realize it until a few months ago.....I know you don't feel the same way Logic I just wanted you to know in case I died" He waited for her to say something, or do something, anything. 

Logic still hadn't looked away from him. She felt as though everything they had was now crushing down around them because of those three little words. How could anything be the same again? And more importantly, how could she make Frenchie understand how she was feeling? She didn't have a clue what love felt like; she'd never experienced it or even witnessed it. Or at least, if she had, she didn't remember a lick of it. At the mention of dying again, though, Logic finally closed her eyes and shook her head. "That is not going to happen," she said firmly, reopening her eyes but finding that she couldn't look at him anymore. She looked away. "I'm sorry, I need some time," she finally said before getting up and heading back into the cabin to her seat.

She took a deep breath and looked in front of her to see her answer: the air phone. She picked it up quickly and dialed Jeffery's number. It might seem horrible to someone else, but she hadn't talked to him since about a month after they went their separate ways ten years ago and it was his voice she wanted to hear right then. She swallowed and put the receiver to her ear.

Tony took his hand away from Angel as his cell phone rang, letting her breathe on the window and draw shapes with her fingers. He smiled before looking at who the call was from. It said unknown number, but what if it was from... Tony flipped up the phone and said as calmly as possible, "Hello, this is Tony."

Logic was praying that the call wouldn't go to voicemail. Then the line clicked and she heard Jeffery's voice.... well, Tony's. Though it was calm, she thought that she heard a small, distinct amount of some other emotion in there. Hmmmm. Anyway that wasn't important at the moment! "Hey.... it's Ryan," Logic said after a moment with a small smile, glad that they had been able to talk their new names and numbers before they lost touch; she wouldn't have felt comfortable saying anything too revealing after the Auror scare that morning.

Tony's jaw dropped. He was glad that they were on the phone so she couldn't see the expression on his face. He stuttered as he spoke. "R-Ryan? How- How d-did you..." He couldn't quiet find the words to explain how he felt right now. Was it coincidence that right when he saw three aurors at the bus station he was about to enter, she calls? Suddenly he was brought back to earth and he was Jeffery Philbert, 17 years old. "Well, I haven't talked to you in a while. How's my lovely Logic doing? Frenchie treating you okay?" He said the last part with a bit of venom in his voice. He knew that Frenchie and Logic had both been sent to Canada, so of course they'd be able to see each other. He'd better be taking good care of her.

Logic stayed quiet as she let him get over the shock her calling him, but she couldn't refrain from letting a small smile grace her lips at it; it made her think about Jeffery as she remembered him and not as she had tried to picture him getting older as they all unavoidably had. "'Awhile' is a bit of an understatement," Logic began, biting her lip slightly to keep her smile from widening again. She might have even blushed at his comment and nickname if it hadn't been for the question that followed it. That simply made the confusion return. "I've been alright. Took me awhile to get used to staying in one place, but other than that...." She paused for a moment, struggling with how to answer the second question. "Yes, he is. We live a few towns apart, but we see each other once a week usually," she said finally, not wanting the wrong idea to come across even though she now knew that Frenchie was in love with her.

Tony smiled. It was fantastic hearing her voice again. "Well, probably. But whatever." He grinned. "I knew for you it would. It's the same for me. I love going to new places and reading about them, but I knew I could never go." He frowned, then glared at the seat in front of him. So, Frenchie had been to see her more than every other week like he'd said the last time Tony talked to him. That little... he shook his head, trying to clear it. He sounded as cool as a cucumber when he asked his next question. "So, are you and Frenchie, like, an item now?" He sounded joking and uncaring on the phone, but he was actually gripping the side of his door with so much force that his knuckles were turning white.