Victor was quite glad Lucy seemed to turn serious after he'd shared his plans with her, though he seemed a little surprised the girl didn't demand more details; instead, she seemed a little more concerned with whether she'd be able to get away with this or not. Victor tried his best not to cringe at the favour she asked of him, but he had a bad feeling this was coming. He honestly wouldn't mind doing this for any other good Hogwarts student… but Lucy? Lucy Charrington? That one would be a little more difficult to work with than anybody else.

"Lucy," Victor started calmly, his tones not quite so cold anymore. And it wasn't often that he called the girl - or anyone else who wasn't a family member - by her first name, so what was coming was clearly something he really wanted to get across. "I need to clarify something - this plan I'm proposing to you and the band, it only applies if you can afford to miss classes for a few days. I'm sure most of you will be able to get permission, but…" he trailed off for a moment, not quite sure how to phrase this without being horribly blunt, but there was no way around it, "Let's face it, Charrington, you're not necessarily the best student Hogwarts has, and if this trip will affect your grades in a negative way, then I'd rather we postpone for another time. I already told you this when I agreed to managing the band, but I'll say it again: I don't want this to affect your performance in school," he said. And a small part of him was worried for a second there; not about the kids but about how old he sounded. Good grief, he sounded just like his father! Victor cringed slightly to himself at this thought, as if it was something that brought him physical pain. But he didn't like acting like someone's dad; he was supposed to be cold and indifferent not all worried and concerned for other people's futures; at least people who weren't his family. Pushing those thoughts aside, the boy spoke again, "I'll go meet your professors with you, but if any of them believe it's best for you to stay, I won't argue with them about it and you'll stay, Charrington," he said, tones cold and strict once again; clearly he was not going to listen to any objections to this, he'd already made up his mind.

It was then that Owen marched into the pub, looking slightly out of breath, his bookbag messily lopsided on his broad shoulder, his long brown hair a little touseled beneath this beanie. "Am I late!?" he asked the group with wide blue eyes, his tan face just slightly pink from the exercise involved in running from the castle to Hogwarts. It was then that he noticed Victor, eyeing him momentarily (fully aware of who he must've been) in order to try to get a better idea of who this manager of theirs was. And though he'd asked the question just moments before, the boy didn't really care about what the reply was as he plopped down in the seat on the other side of Lucy. "Hey," he said with broad smile, placing a kiss to the girl's cheek as he set his bookbag down.

Nobara looked up from the table to see the beanie-headed drummer looking a bit more shaggy than usual. Apparently , by his pink face, he had rushed there. "Everyone save myself and Abby were late." Nobara responded in her ice-tinged ,still aggravated tone. The boys ,even Bailey at times, could irritate her so badly. She just happened to be in a particularly foul mood this evening that was only fueled more by Victor. Then as Owen sat down next to Lucy, he smiled and kissed her cheek, in front of their manager too...what nerve. She was wondering why the band consisted of so many men and almost wished that she would have accepted Lucy's request that she be a member. She was quite happy to be the designer and make-up artist....but her canvases could be so troublesome.....She calmly sipped her tea ,settling herself again. She would have no trouble getting permission ,but she had some of the highest grades in the entire school and had since her first year. She was also quite persuasive when she felt inclined and had managed to manipulate teachers quite well before.