I wandered through the carnival until I saw a booth for a raffle for charity. If it's for charity I might as well. So I walked over to the booth and asked, "I was wondering, is there a limit to the amount of tickets you can buy?"

Kana spotted the raffle booth and, at first, didn't care too much about wantering over.

For about TWO SECONDS! Kannalynne was willing to try anything at the carnival! Even if it just WAS a raffle booth, even if the prizes usually weren't that great. It didn't matter. She had money to burn, at least a little.

Being summer, Kana could not wear her usual black hoodie. That plus the heat meant Kit was not with her this time, as she had been during her first year shopping. Kannalynne wore a black tee-shirt that left her pale arms exposed, much to her discomfort, and dark skinny jeans. She would wear a tee-shirt, but she would NOT wear shorts or a skirt, or even capris. NO. On her feet were the usual black tennis shoes. The only thing about the girl that wasn't monochrome was her hair, which had been dyed a bright neon red.

Approaching the booth, she didn't even have to read the whole pamphlet. It was only two sickles, for charity, blah blah blah... Reaching a thin hand into the pocket of her jeans, she fished out two sickles. "I'd like a ticket, please." NO, what else was she here for? Fishsticks?? Ha. Good one, Kana.

Mental high-five.

"Aw thanks Jack" she couldn't help but smile. After all smiling was her fall to method of well being. She was about as cheery as well sugar at times. But right now she was nervous since it was august and she was waiting to - well get to school and see the majesty of Hogwarts.

"Really?" She smiled excitedly almost squeaking - wow calm down you are going to make this guy think you are psycho. "Same here - uh, Sixth year as well." She smiled over to him. "To be honest i'm kind of nervous." She admitted as she spoke about being nervous she abscent mindedly reached up and tugged on her ear. Nervous ticks.

"It's fine." He said, a small shy smile on his face. "Really?" He asked stupidly, of course really. "Um, that's good, er, interesting." He said, not really sure what to say. "To be honest I'm not that nervous." He said, hoping he didn't sound aloof or anything. "It's just, I tend not to get nervous because it's so much harder at home." He said, automatically pointing to the cuts on his cheeks. That was when he realised what he'd just said. Damn! He thought as his face turned an odd shade off burgundy with embarrassment. Maybe she didn't hear him???

Dia noddded well the shade of red his face was really showed he wasn't too keen on talking about the whole home topic. Brightly, she just pushed that off to the side for some mental filing. If she ever did find out that someone was hurting someone she barely knew - and even someone she knew well she would act like a ninja to the person hurting them. Sneak up in the night and *BAM* you are unconscious with the same exact scars all over your face. Or it might just be a large 'bang' and clatter sound to scare the culprit with some crazy girl going and boom goes the dynomite behind them. Like all those classic radio sketches, and television shows she'd seen as a kid.

"Well - maybe you are lucky with not being nervous...i mean, I just moved out of my country, and all because..." she paused, gulping. No one knew her reasons they didn't have to did they. "well...it just isn't a happy story...so i'm just not going to blab on anymore even though I am....sorry I ramble." She admitted, as after all right now she'd gotten more nervous with talking to him than she'd meant to. Stupid nerves. Stupid families. Stupid secrets.

Chuckling, Sabel tucked his hands back in his pockets. "Grown up is a matter of perception." There was a slight eyebrow raise done in jest to indicate his thoughts on that particular matter.

"No worries though. We're still young chaps. Got our whole lives ahead of us." Provided their prospecting didn't kill them. "No need to rush, though I do suppose that is a Gryffindor quality." Shaking his head, he dismissed the common notion. "But enough of that, what are you doing about this part of town?"

"So true..." Simon said in agreement, adding his own laughter in the mix. He certainly wasn't ready to just call himself a grown-up and live like his parents settled down. Even if one of his friends might say he'd already passed the responsible mark a year or so back, and his teaching defense had been an "adult-like" task.

"Just visiting London. Lucked out and have this carnival as an excuse to be in the city and chance bump into friends," he answered. Granted, he hadn't thought of the older lion in that thought process but he was a welcome addition. Not to mention he had already run into Selina and Kurumi on other days.

"What about you...business or escape?" he asked figuring either made sense. He hadn't readily noticed an auror types around the carnival but that didn't mean there werent any.

Nodding in understanding, Sabel turned his eyes back to the colorful raffle booth, considering it in a moment of silence. "A form of escape, turned business but unoffical business." If that made any sense to anyone but him, it would be a miracle, but then if it didn't there wasn't any huge loss.

"Do you remember the coupons that were handed out a few years back? I believe you were in your third year if I remember correctly." His brow furrowed in a slight frown. "The...ones that led to the fight club. Sam Huxely." A name he would never forget.

He gave a slight nod at the booth before them. "This...setup, reminds me of those coupons."

Simon nodded at the answer in understanding, following his companion's gaze back to the raffle booth. At Sabel's words his mind had made an avid no decision on getting one of the tickets. "Uh huh...how can one forget," he answered in the affirmative remembering that time with a slight shiver.

Now that was a term he wished he could in fact forget instead of the one that had just passed where his memory was laxing for months. "Definantly not a good vibe then," he mused thinking on it. "But then I guess one cant be entirely certain about the natures of traveling folk such as the carnival people here."

"No...not a good vibe." His frown remained as he considered the runners of the booth. "We were told to keep an eye on the Carnival, in a manner of speaking." So perhaps the Ministry was expecting some shady people. Even if they weren't, he preferred Simon's cautious approach.

Tucking his hand into his pocket, he gave his friend a considering glance. "Interestingly enough, they aren't necessarily part of the carnival." Curious thing it was. Sabel inclined his head slightly towards one of the booth keepers. "That man is Coeus Miarkos. He works at TerrorTours Travel Agency. I don't know about the other man, but it really begs a few questions." What the raffle was for. And why it was part of the Carnival when one member at least was a Diagon resident. Perhaps it was a raffle for the shops, but as Simon had said; not a good vibe.