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Mischa Moller 
Mischa's face remained frozen in a look of indifference as Bronislava randomly threw her imps. "I am sorry that I haff startled you, Broni,'' he said. It was much easier calling her Broni. Bronislava was a long name and he knew she didn't mind him calling her that.
The Durmstrang student shifted just a bit so he could get a view of the students entering the shop. Who knows? One of them might be useful. It would not hurt to get "friendly" as many as he could. It was just a young boy and a girl his and Broni's age probably. He noticed the girl's smile but did not return it at first. Mischa hated getting social. People can be so annoying. But then he remembered he was doing this for his school which he was very loyal to. So putting his feelings about being social aside, he gave the girl a small smile before turning back to Broni.
"Ze streets are empty. There seem to be little Hogwartians around.'' Was that normal? Did the Hogwarts students love their Castle so much they chose not to venture out? He thoughtfully turned to a shelf and selected some acid pops.
"I haff not,'' he replied. "Most of the shops are empty but I vill be going back out there.'' Mischa scanned another shelf. "What about you? Found any from your House?''
Bronislava pursed her lips almost imperceptibly at Mischa's apology.
"It is fine. No harm done," she replied flatly, still somewhat annoyed with herself for being caught off guard. Such carelessness on her part would not do; observation and vigilance was essential.
Her eyes shifted between the few students milling about the shop and her classmate as he spoke. The streets were empty.
"Just as I thought," she said the hint of a frown nearly evident on her face.
"Do you find it odd?" she asked him quietly.
"Vhy vouldn't zhey come out vhen zhey have opportunity?" Maybe it was still too early. Or perhaps it was too cold for their delicate selves and they preferred to hibernate in the colder months. And then a third, more threatening thought passed through her mind and Bronislava quickly pushed it aside.
Brown eyes moved from the licorice wands to the sugar quills, tilting her head towards Mischa to glean information from his words. But it seemed he had little to share at this point.
"No. I have not either." She turned towards him more fully now and noticed that the store was actually getting crowded, maybe too crowded. Would she be able to break into another's conversation? She shot Mischa a look, then leaned closer.
"Do you zhink one of zhose girls is Slytherin?" From what she learned, it was easily told by the color of their school uniform. Unfortunately they were not worn on the weekend. She had an idea.
"Excuse me," she called over to a group of students shopping.
"Ve are looking for zhe chocolate frogs. Can anyone point us in zhe right direction?" Certainly much too sweet for her taste, but she had heard they were a rather popular choice for British teenagers. And it was ideal for her to appear to relate to these students.