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PostSubject: A Meeting of Sorts (Closed)   A Meeting of Sorts (Closed) EmptyThu Mar 19, 2015 3:52 pm

Hunter had gotten his Apparition License the moment he'd gotten out of Hogwarts for the summer. Because really, who wouldn't want to be able to teleport? Which was exactly what it was really. Muggles had dreamed about it for years, made movies about it, and in the end deemed it only a fantasy. But for Hunter, and the rest of the adult wizarding world, it was as easy as turning on the spot and enduring the sickening feeling that you've been sucked through a tube about twenty times too small for your body to fit inside. It was almost unfair, really. Plane tickets, train tickets, all that - they were expensive. Hunter's family had put aside the idea of vacations many times because they couldn't afford to even get there, and here he was with the ability to just pop up wherever he wanted. Or, well, sort of wherever he wanted. You couldn't apparate to somewhere that you'd never been - after all, how would you know where to go?

Which was why Hunter was standing in a secluded corner of Diagon Alley, reaching out for Lucy Malfoy's arm. Hunter didn't know where they were going. Lucy did. But it went further than that. Not only had Hunter never been where they were going, but he had no idea where it was, or even why they were going there. He only knew that it was important, and that Lucy had asked him to go. So he'd agreed. "Come on, you really can't even give me a hint?" he asked her for the third time, but knew he'd get nothing out of her. But in the few moments since he'd met up with Lucy that morning, he could see that she was in a more serious mood than usual. And it was starting to make Hunter wonder what was actually going on. "Alright, sorry," he said, sighing. Without another word, he locked his fingers around the older girl's arm and was pulled along with her as she apparated.

When they finally landed, Hunter tried to look around, but the dizziness from apparating was still making his head spin. He'd only had his license a few weeks, and the feeling still sickened him. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that," he muttered, closing his eyes to keep the world from spinning. When he felt a bit more stable, he opened them again and was able to actually take in their location. They were standing in a small clearing in what seemed to be a bright forest or woods or something that involved a lot of trees. And in front of them was what he assumed was a house. A small, homey log cabin sat before them, looking more or less normal except for two tall towers that protruded from the back of it on either side. Along one side, a small creek ran and flowers bloomed everywhere. It was almost too picturesque, like something from a faerie tale, and Hunter found himself glancing around to see if the house came with a pet unicorn and all.

Lucy had already started toward the house, and Hunter jogged to catch up. "Okay, can you tell me where we are now, since we're here?" he asked, a joking but curious tone to his voice. But Lucy didn't answer him, and he fell into silence because she seemed even more serious than before. "Okay, seriously, Lucy, what the hell is going on?" But they were up the steps and she was knocking. And then the door opened, and the first thing Hunter caught a glimpse of was a familiar bright purple beret. "Professor LeBlanc?" Hunter said in confusion, furrowing his brow. "What - " But he was cut off by the frenchman, whose voice held a sense of urgency, even though he was beaming happily as always.

"Ah, welcome, welcome!" he squeaked, tipping his beret in greeting. "Mademoiselle Malfoy, you'd better 'urry, zey are all 'ere! Zey 'ave been waiting most patiently for you! Oh, and 'elp yourselves to whatever you would like, I 'ave put out some most delicious pomegranates for us to enjoy!" They've been waiting. More confused than ever, Hunter just nodded at Professor LeBlanc, and followed Lucy through the doorway, stepping inside.

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PostSubject: Re: A Meeting of Sorts (Closed)   A Meeting of Sorts (Closed) EmptyFri Mar 20, 2015 2:15 am

After the murder of that poor muggle in Diagon Alley two years ago, it hadn't taken long for Owen to start contacting the people he found he could trust. Some had been very helpful, others had discarded it as a mere murderer. But the fact was that ever since the attack on Hogsmeade five years ago, he had been wary and paid close attention to everything that went on. It had been one of the prime reasons for why he had hired the man called Kellin Leo Malfoy to be the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. But nothing had been proven during the year with him as a professor. Quite the contrary, actually. Everything had been rather quiet. But when the muggle died, Owen had decided that it was time to alert people who saw more than just a dead boy and keep them on their toes.

And Owen had been right. Reports had been made and given to Owen, but there had been no face to face meetings. Before now. Two of his very own professors had recently been murdered in Hogsmeade, and the time was ripe. So when Owen finally approached two of his professors at Hogwarts, Andre LeBlanc and Lucia Henley, the house of Andre had quickly been decided to use as a Headquarters. After they decided to put the Fidelius charm up after the first meeting, with Owen himself as Secret Keeper, he had personally appeared on people's doorsteps, and given them the time and place. He had done everything in person, because facing people straight up made it all the more harder to lie about their allegiances. Especially when the visits were so unannounced.

And now, here he was. He had met up early to make sure everything was in order, and Andre had been more than agreeable while getting the place ready for the guest. This included more food than was strictly necessary, but Owen was not about to scold a Frenchman whom he trusted as much as he trusted Andre. If that man had a bad bone in his body, it would only appear if the ministry decided to chop down all the forests of Britain and made wooden furniture illegal. And how likely was that? Owen had to stop and think about that one. Because with the Ministry, you never really knew.

As Lucia showed up, Owen gave her a nod, and ever more people gathered. Some he barely knew himself, but they all knew someone. There were no chances taken here. And the Fidelius charm would be placed after this meeting. It would not be enough to simply have an adress anymore then. Owen had sat himself down in a chair a bit off from the others. This was not a social gathering, and he needed to keep this as serious as he could. There was nothing unserious about this situation, and he would not pretend as if there was. The tension lay heavy in the room, but Owen did not give people a smile to ease it up. But his head lifted when he heard Andre's voice in the hall. So Lucy had finally arrived with the VanDerberg kid. To think that it was his brother that had been killed. Owen would have preferred it if the student he gave this task to was not so personally affected by what was going on, but there was no one better suited for this task. The other possible ones were underage.

Besides, passion was drive, and drive was a job well executed. Hunter might be the best man for this assignment, and Owen truly hoped he was. He looked to the door as Lucy stepped in first, followed by the brown-haired man. He must be very confused now. Owen gave Lucy a nod and made a gesture, asking them to sit down, before rising from his chair himself. He walked over to get a better view of the people there. He took out his wand and pointed it up to the roof. "Protego maxima," he mumbled and the spell shot out and he knew it would place itself as a dome around the house. As he put his wand away, he looked at the faces around him. "As most of you know, I have called you here to talk about the rise of a group calling themselves the Reapers," he said. Owen didn't have time to sweet-talk or sugarcoat. This was business, and there was no reason to thread lightly.

"The Reapers are a group of dark wizards who are lead by a man called James Morgenstern," he continued, his eyes finding Hunter VanDerberg. "Some of you have already been affected by this man's horrendous acts, and his latest attack took place in Hogsmeade at the end of last term, where he murdered two professors at Hogwarts." Owen kept his face calm, but his insides were boiling. There was nothing he wanted more than to take this man down. And he needed every man and woman he could get to do this. It had only been three decades since the reign of terror posed by Voldemort. And there was not a chance that Owen would wait for the Ministry to finally react. It had taken too long last time, and too many mistakes had been made. Owen supposed calling James Morgenstern the equivalent to Voldemort was a bit too much, but they had yet to learn the extent of his powers.

"I have called you here because we must stop this group of people. And how? Long ago, there was a secret order. An organization if you will, who took down the darkest wizard of the time. It is time to knit our own allegiance and fight this new threat before it gets out of hand. We will be meeting once every month. And we will be making alliances and spread awareness of what lurks in the shadows," Owen said. He then walked over to a chair and pulled it up, before sitting down on it. "Now, please, tell me all you know about the Reapers. Nothing is too little. We only know a very few people's identities, and some based on their appearance, but we do not know much. And anything you have will help. I will also come back to why a Hogwarts student is here, but for right now, information takes precedence." Owen fell silent, and his gray eyes went from face to face, hoping, beyond hope, that someone would know anything that could be of importance.
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PostSubject: Re: A Meeting of Sorts (Closed)   A Meeting of Sorts (Closed) EmptyFri Mar 20, 2015 11:46 pm

When you were an auror, it was sort of your job to be dealing with the dark wizards and evil psycho murderers. But realistically, aurors were shit. They were kidding themselves - they didn't really have any influence. They weren't really saving the world like some kind of superheroes. And Aisha, as the head of the pack of bloody aurors, must theoretically be the most disillusioned and useless of them all. But she was really, really grateful for the genuinely good people, like Owen Gray, because without them James Morgenstern and his mates would probably have taken over the world or something by now. So even though Aisha was going to hell, she could be safe in the hope that people like Owen would always be getting rid of the psychopaths like Morgenstern. Despite being a disillusioned worthless auror, she'd been invited to this gathering, and she planned on turning up. Maybe, for once, she could actually be of some real use.

She was a little ill, just a bit of a cold, but nothing could stop her from going to this meeting. It was important. So she just wrapped up warm and apparated to the address she'd somehow managed to remember exactly from when Headmaster Gray had given it to her. It was a bit of a weird headquarter choice, she noted as she arrived at the place. She really hoped she hadn't got the wrong address after all. But then she remembered that it belonged to some French lunatic, who probably could have pretty flowers dotted around outside his house, and an adorable little cabin made of wood. Aisha supposed that holding it somewhere like this was a lot safer and less suspicious than somewhere easier to track, or whatever.

Seeing a couple of people just a tiny bit in front of them, she sped up to go into the house next to them, meaning she wasn't easily noticed. And when she got inside, she headed over to stand alone closer to the corner of the room than most people. She didn't really think that this was an appropriate time to stand and make friends - she didn't particularly want to anyway - especially since she was almost certain that the little meeting was meant to start anytime now. Were they waiting for someone? A moment later, she saw two more people enter the room to be enthusiastically greeted by that French bloke. One of them was Lucy Malfoy - who Aisha knew since the girl was one of the newer aurors - and the other was not much older than a child. Maybe he was older than he looked, but she was guessing that he was still Hogwarts age. Trying to stare in the most subtle way possible, she eventually recognised him as the brother of the dead muggle. But that didn't explain why he was here. Was this not a little dangerous for kids?

It started, then. Did that mean Lucy and the kid were the important people they had been waiting for? Aisha was curious. Of course, the first things Gray went through was a bit of information about The Reapers. She'd known it all already, but she guessed it was sort of good to hear it again - it made her angry, what was going on, and it being fresh in her mind probably wasn't a bad thing. The way Owen put the second part was quite poetic, made it sound a lot more delicate and appealing than she imagined it would be. But then he asked for information, and she hesitated. Everything she knew, she imagined was pretty common knowledge here anyway. She couldn't identify most of the Reapers. And she didn't have any special information to share. So trying to blend in with the surroundings, she glanced around at the others there. Plenty of others would have stuff to say, she imagined. And if she came up with anything she could add to it.
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PostSubject: Re: A Meeting of Sorts (Closed)   A Meeting of Sorts (Closed) EmptyMon Mar 23, 2015 2:58 am

There was a tight grip on her arm, Lucy flinched a little, which she tried to ignore because even though she knew it was Hunter she was still unsure of how much force he actually had. The last time she’d been personally in front of him was when his brother had died in Diagon Alley, and he hadn’t been very passive either. Lucy wasn’t scared of him, he was just a child, but she was scared of people in general. And Hunter belonged in that category. She wanted to give him something, a few words to cling to while they arrived, but she wasn’t allowed. Not yet, at least.
She had briefly greeted him, not the childish kind of greeting, either. After landing, Lucy glanced briefly towards Hunter, making sure he was still in one piece. Of course, Lucy had enough practice apparating, but Hunter was still a novice. Knowing that he was still whole, Lucy walked towards Andre’s house. The man lived among trees, because...well, wood. Lucy didn’t know much about Andre but she knew enough.

Shaking her head at Hunter’s persistence, she remained silent. It was better to not speak at all, as she was told to beware of even the smallest, most insignificant things. As they reached the steps, and Hunter asked once again to be let in into the situation, Lucy simply glanced at him before knocking. As expected, a wonderful, smiling Andre opened the door for them. His happiness being contagious, Lucy grinned back at him as she hurried inside. “I’m allergic to pomegranates….” Lucy mumbled as she walked past him, having forgotten to let him know of that small detail. They were all there, just as the cute little Frenchman had informed them. She could see Headmaster Owen sitting slightly away from the rest, and Lucy decided to stay as far away from the pomegranates as she could, which ended up being somewhere relatively close to Professor Henley.

Returning the rather detached greeting from Headmaster Owen, Lucy turned to Hunter and placed her hand on his shoulder to guide him towards an empty chair, because he would most likely need to sit down after hearing some of what the people in the room had to say. He was obviously stronger and taller than Lucy, but she couldn’t help protecting him, if even only by letting him have enough space to faint if he needed it. As the Headmaster rose, she felt the tension in the room rise up with him. It had obviously been there before Lucy arrived, but being so worried about keeping Hunter safe had made her forget it, and now she was feeling it.  As Jack VanDerberg was mentioned, Lucy refrained from glancing at Hunter and instead glanced to Colton, some guy she had met once or twice. Familiar faces, though not familiar at all, were best to keep Lucy from doing stupid things, such as embarrassing Hunter at a moment like this.

Information? They wanted information. Could Lucy tell them about Wade? And Ryland? She wasn’t even sure if Ryland was still with them. He’d turned his life around after settling down with Elita and Lucas…but, he was still marked, and a werewolf. Without raising her hand, as she would have done in any other situation, Lucy spoke up. “Sir, I’m sure you must be aware of my cousin, Wade. He’s a member of their group. I guess you could say, it’s a family thing, as my Uncle Kellin is the one who recruited him.” She wasn’t sure how much he knew of Wade’s loyalty, but surely he must know something. “I’m not...saying he’s evil. I’m just, I know him. He’s a follower, sir. Maybe this is useless but…”  she trailed off, yet another time in which she had no idea what to say or how to say anything. She had to leave Ryland out of it, because of Lucas. But Wade had no child under his responsibility, no wife. Wade was as alone as Lucy and Phoenix were.

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When Owen had approached Lucia about the meeting, she had been expecting it. She didn't know Owen on a personal level, but the man had an authority and righteousness that made Lucia believe that the world could really be rid of the man called James Morgenstern, and she knew the moment that Sebastian and Chad had been murdered that a man like Owen would not sit idly by. So she had helped in the preparations alongside Owen and Andre, and when the day came, she didn't wait for the time to come, and left a bit earlier than planned. Andre, as always, was more than welcoming, and as she waited, there was more than enough possible fruits for her to eat, and even a cup of tea. Owen was already there, of course, but Lucia had a feeling he did not want to talk. There was probably more than enough going on in that head of his.

So she simply sat down, and was surprised at how quickly people joined. They were all probably curious about what would happen, and Lucia was surprised to see that she didn't know who half of them were. It was all right, though, as the fidelius charm had not yet been placed. She was ever grateful that Owen decided to be the Secret Keeper. It wasn't much of a question, but a lot would be dependent on him. She stayed mostly quiet, but she frowned when she saw Hunter join the room, along with a previous student of hers, Lucy. She knew they were coming, and she knew of the task Owen would give her, but she didn't have to like it, as long as she went along with it. Hunter was a student. But these were dark times, and to stop them from growing darker, Hunter and the students of Hogwarts would be essential.

When Owen started speaking, the tension in the room only intensified. His voice carried well, as it seemed as if no one was even daring to breathe. Lucia found it hard to actually breathe when he mentioned the people who had already had something destroyed by James Morgenstern. And her resolution to take him down only strengthened when he mentioned the professors. Sure, Lucia hadn't known Chad or Sebastian as well as she would've liked, but they were her colleagues. And that was personal. The guts of the man was something Lucia had never liked before. If the right people had been there at the right time, Morgenstern would most likely have been taken out already. His insane methods and chaotic impulses were what really scared Lucia of him. She could only imagine what his goal was, and how horrible it would all be when he and his followers finally started fighting towards it.

At Owen's question, she stayed silent. She didn't know much. She knew of the redheaded one, and the dark haired one who had been at the three broomsticks. She knew about James Morgenstern, though she had no idea what he looked like, and she knew about Kellin and Wade. But... Lucia had loved Kellin. Merlin, she still did. And she was absolutely repulsed by this fact. And still she couldn't bring herself to speak of him. Owen knew. Of course he did. And then Lucy spoke up. Lucia understood her all too well when she spoke of Wade. She wanted to reach out and squeeze the girl's shoulder, because in Lucia's eyes, Lucy was still her student. Of course, she didn't. Because Lucia didn't think Lucy would appreciate being thought of as a child. So Lucia kept her eyes on Owen, and remained silent.

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When the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry requested his attendence at an upcoming meeting. After leaving an adress, Mo had been seated in his apartment, wondering what on earth had just happened, and what this meeting was about. He understood that it was about the Reapers, a group of menacing psychopaths, and he was more than happy to attend said meeting. Despite not having a role in society where he got to fight much crime, Mo had a fighter's sword. That's what his dad always told him. And he'd be damned if he sat back and ignored first the massacre at a mall, then the death of a kid, followed by two Hogwarts professors.

In addition to joining, Owen had also asked him that if someone he knew who would want to fight the Reapers, Mo had the liberty of asking him to join. His thoughts had drifted to Colton at that. Having first met him at a celebrity party hosted by Ariella Capulet, he had met Colton a few times later, and Mo figured Colton was one of the people he enjoyed hanging around. So the idea of Colton wanting to join was not a strange thought at all.

When the day arrived, Mo met up with Colton just before they were scheduled to meet. They quickly reached the designated area and got into the wooden house, which looked very weird, but extremely cosy in Mo's opinion. He had no idea what kind of a man would live in such a house, and at such a location, but whoever this Andre was, he couldn't be that bad. French and all. Though Mo had found on several occasions that people from Paris were pretty obnoxious. Hopefully, this man wouldn't be from Paris, but rather the kinder spots of France. And he really was. Maybe even too friendly. Was he putting on an act? He seemed much to giddy for such a meeting, but Mo greeted him politely, and accepted the offered fruit. It was a good choice.

As the two of them sat down, Mo's eyes sought out the headmaster, sitting a bit off. Probably didn't want to socialize before the meeting really started. It felt weird, waiting for someone to speak about such a severe matter. The tension in the air was undeniable. But it only added as Owen rose and talked about the matter at hand. Mo wondered if he had met any of the Reapers. He really hoped not. If he had, how would he know? He listened to a woman talk, and was shocked when he realized it was none other than Lucy, the woman he'd met when he was in Norway. Mo was always astounded by how small the world actually was.

When Lucy finished talking -seeming a bit upset, something Mo didn't like- he straightened up a bit, wondering if someone else would say something more. As there was a short break, Mo cleared his throat. "I don't really have any information to add, but I was wondering if maybe you could tell us what you know, just so that -in the unlikely case that we have met someone of them- we might actually recognize them based on description?" he asked. As he finished, he felt a bit small, but didn't show this. What if he was the only one who didn't know? That would be awkward. But if he wasn't, he might've done someone a favour as well.
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When Darcy's previous headmaster had shown up in her office at the ministry, saying that Darcy had been surprised would be the understatement of the year. She'd stood still for quite some time until she finally managed to understand that she ought to take a step back and let him enter the room. She vividly remembered the day in Diagon Alley when Jack VanDerberg had been killed. She remembered the year that had followed as well, with so much pain in the VanDerbergs' eyes and Ariel being hurt as a friend to them. It had all been quite a heavy year. And then being Head Girl. Things hadn't been easy for her those last years at Hogwarts, due to her own loss and the loss of the people around her. So when Owen told her she would be able to fight the Reapers, every bone in her body shouted yes.

She'd been anticipating the day when the meeting would be held, and when it finally did arrive, she'd left her house way too early. Deciding not to be a bother to the host (her previous Charms-professor), Darcy had been walking around in the forest nearby. When she noticed the first of the people arriving, she quickly followed suit, giving the professor a smile and a thanks for the offered fruit. She saw Owen sitting a bit off from where the other chairs were placed, and she merely gave him a nod in greeting, thinking he probably didn't want to be disturbed right now. She took a seat in a corner and people started sitting down around her.

While waiting for the people to gather and Owen to talk, Darcy pulled out her notepad, scribbling down a few of the things she needed to do for work tomorrow, pretty much in her own world. So when she looked up and her eyes landed on Colton White, she was absolutely stunned. She didn't even have time to grasp the situation before Lucy Malfoy and Hunter VanDerberg walked into the room. And then Owen was suddenly talking. The severity of his voice made her easily forget the shock of seeing those faces, and she listened intently to what he was saying. She'd put the notepad away, because taking notes of this would be a most foolish thing to do. She'd just have to memorize what was being said. She listened to the people talk, amongst them the guy sitting next to Colton. Darcy almost punched herself. Seriously, she'd met him once. She shouldn't be paying this much attention to him in a situation like this.

She was glad that the guy had spoken up, though. Because she honestly didn't know many of the Reapers. She had suspected Wade to be believeable to join their side, but as for now she'd really like to learn more about them, so her attention turned to Owen again.

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Colton almost couldn't believe how long he'd been living in Great Britain. What was it, two years now, since he'd been picked up by Ireland? It felt like only moments ago that he was meeting his teammates, choosing his apartment, and flying out into the middle of the most crowded quidditch pitch he'd ever flown in for his very first match. Though, the feeling of flying out to the cheers of such a large crowd never really lost it's touch - thrilling, humbling, and unreal. Yet it had been a long time - long enough for his face to become one of the most recognizable in Ireland. To sports fans, at least - but he'd quickly come to learn that eighty percent of the British Isle wizarding population consisted of sports fans. And the longer that Colton was a part of the celebrity population, the more certain he was that he wasn't really cut out for it. His poor publicist was probably the hardest worker in the continent. He'd gotten a bit better at handling the public, but overall was just not what was expected of a famous athlete. Famous athletes didn't give away half of their money to charity and live in a considerably humble apartment and play the piano in their spare time. But Colton did, and it wasn't easy to make himself look more exciting than he really was. Again, his publicist was brilliant.

Another downfall of being famous was that, while everyone knew your face, you had very little friends. He'd become close to his teammates of course, but that aside, Colton had very few people that he could call friends. Which was why when one of those incredibly few, Mo, had asked him to come along to an apparently very important meeting, Colton didn't hesitate to say yes. Mo was popular with the public in his own right - a model - and Colton knew he understood to an extent how rare it was to find someone that you trusted amongst the crowds of people you met each day. Which was why he felt sure that their friendship would last when the man let him in on an apparently highly guarded secret meeting.

As Colton stepped through the front door of the meeting place, just behind Mo, he almost couldn't stifle his laughter at how extravagant the host seemed to be. He just shared a look with his friend and followed close behind him. Almost immediately after he'd made it through the door, his eyes were drawn to a head of light blonde hair that was ducked down looking at some kind of notepad. Darcy! A grin spread across his face at the sight of the girl, who he hadn't seen in a long time. But it was definitely her - how could he forget a face like that? But the air in the room seemed to hang a bit heavier than his elation at seeing her, so he decided to just follow Mo, taking a seat beside him. He'd be sure to catch Darcy after the meeting and say hello. He wondered if she'd remember him - which was stupid because of course she would remember him, being that he was famous.

Apparently they were waiting for more people, because although the room seemed full, the meeting hadn't started. After a few minutes, Colton heard a knock on the door. Two more people entered - Lucy Malfoy who he'd met at the ministry - and a young man who he'd never seen before. Colton wasn't sure how old he was, but he couldn't be more than nineteen or so. And as the two passed through the door, Colton jumped as their host, Andre, gasped loudly in shock. He turned to watch as the frenchman threw his arms up in despair, exclaiming in his accent about Pomegranates.

"Ah! But why did you not tell me zis?!" the man exclaimed loudly. "Everyone, zis is very serious!! Mademoiselle Malfoy is allergic to ze pomegranates! Please, please, do not let zem near 'er, or she may perish!! Mademoiselle Malfoy, I am so sorry! If I would 'ave known - my, 'ow terrible life must be, to 'ave an aversion to such a wonderful fruit. I will get you something else at once!" And with that, the man swept through the kitchen door, returning moments later with a tray full of other various fruits. "'ere, I 'ope zere is something 'ere to accommodate you!" Then, with a bow, he set the tray in front of Lucy and backed away, still looking mortified at his mistake.

It was pretty humorous, but not for long. Because shortly after, a stern looking man with gray hair stood, and Colton was sure that he was in charge. And as it turned out, this was a very serious meeting after all. Colton's humor instantly fell from his face at the man's words, and he found himself glancing more seriously around the room. Colton didn't know much about the people being discussed - these reapers. Of course, he'd heard about the professors murdered. Everyone had. But he didn't know anything about the group of people behind it. As it seemed, there was far more too it than Colton knew. "I don't have anything useful to add," he admitted. "This is the first that I've heard of these Reapers. Which unfortunately means that there are a lot of innocent people who don't know who they are - and if there really is a group of murderers running around, it means that people are in a lot of danger. But I agree with Mo, that it might be helpful to give us some more information. I see a lot of people every day - it would be a shame to walk right by one and be none the wiser."

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Nothing made any sense. If Professor Leblanc was running this thing, how serious could it be? Apparently, not that serious, as the moment they were inside Lucy announced that she was allergic to pomegranates and Leblanc instantly had a meltdown. Hunter snorted in amusement at the frenchman's distress. He tried to share a look with Lucy, since she'd been the one to cause the scene, but was instantly distracted by the rest of the people in the room who he hadn't noticed before - probably because they were so quiet in contrast to Leblanc's flamboyant nature. But now that he'd noticed them, his brow furrowed again in confusion, the amusement leaving his expression. There were a lot of people already there, and it didn't take very long to understand that the mood wasn't exactly amiable. If anything, it mirrored the strange silence that Lucy had exhibited since he'd met up with her.

Among the people gathered were some familiar faces, though by no means expected ones - Professor Henley was there, and Headmaster Gray. Hunter nodded to Darcy in a friendly greeting, obviously being familiar with her through Ariel, though he had no clue why she was there. Most of the other people, Hunter didn't know. His eyes lingered a little longer than they should have on one person, who he'd never met, but absolutely recognized. Colton White, who was only an absolute legend! But his excitement over being in the presence of the youngest and most talented keeper Ireland had seen in ages didn't last long, because it became apparent immediately that something was off. And Hunter was definitely not the only one who noticed it - he was the odd one out. Most of the people in this room were far older than him, and everyone was out of school. Darcy was definitely the youngest in the room aside from him, and she'd been out of Hogwarts for two years. He glanced around the room skeptically - what the hell was this about?

He looked over at Lucy in confusion when he felt her hand on his shoulder, but allowed her to guide him toward a chair, although he really wanted to escape her grip because it made him look even more childish than he already felt, being here. It wasn't often that Hunter was made uncomfortable by a situation - and he wasn't uncomfortable in their presence necessarily. Just confused and most definitely caught off guard. Out of his element was probably the better way to put it. This didn't seem like the time to crack a joke, or use his sarcasm to his advantage. Hunter's typical social skillset wasn't much use to him here. Still, he couldn't help turning to whisper in Lucy's ear as she sat down next to him, "Is that really Colton White?! In the flesh?!" If he could at least get Lucy to crack a smile, he'd feel like he'd at least accomplished something. It was obvious that asking her questions about what was going on wouldn't do any good - this seemed like something far bigger than he'd expected.

Almost immediately after their arrival, Hunter watched Headmaster Gray stand, cast a protective charm toward the ceiling, and then begin speaking. And Hunter quickly gave him his attention, mostly curious about the reason he was here to begin with. The Headmaster's first sentence didn't answer Hunter's curiosity. But by the end of his second sentence Hunter felt his expression change, settling into a familiar, dark, even look at the name that Gray mentioned. Hunter was sure that when the headmaster met his eyes, there was no trace of amusement, or childishness, in his face. His chest tensed in an instinctual response, but he forced the anger that threatened - as always - to fill him away.

And suddenly, in that once sentence, Hunter didn't feel so out of place anymore. Because really, who was to say that he was less of an adult than the rest of these people were? Hadn't he felt like he'd gained years the day his brother died? Hadn't he been forced to endure things that no fifteen year old should ever have to endure? And although he'd handled it poorly, he'd overcome it. Darkness had its way of forcing you to grow up, one way or another. And sure, at school, he'd gotten better - he could be himself again, and joke and have fun and not take anything seriously. But underneath that, wasn't this who he was really? Wasn't he always fighting the darkness, the anger over what had happened? Wasn't he always missing and mourning and seeking advice from his dead brother, who would still be in the prime of his life right now if he still had a life to live? As carefree as he had taught himself to seem, Jack's death was ingrained into Hunter - his brother was now the core of who he was.

Hunter leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, as he listened intently to the headmaster. Morgenstern wasn't working alone. He had a following - a group of people calling themselves "Reapers." At his next words, Hunter sat up a little straighter, glancing around the room again, this time understanding entirely why each of the people were there. The Headmaster had gathered people together who he thought would be willing to help stop Morgenstern - to stop Morgenstern. Finally, after years of people writing his brother's murder off as a one time incident. After declaring that continuing their search was a waste of resources. All this time, someone had been paying attention. Though, Hunter's confusion wasn't entirely satisfied - though the headmaster said his presence would be explained, he hadn't gotten that far yet. A few people spoke up about what they knew, and Hunter just listened.

Hunter glanced over at Lucy as she spoke, giving her a reassuring look, and looked back toward Headmaster Gray. He didn't hesitate to speak - out of his element or not, Hunter wasn't intimidated by the older audience in the room. "I'm sure you already know what he looks like - my sister gave the Auror's a description after Jack - ." Hunter forced himself to continue talking normally, though he was sure the bitterness crept into his tone. "But it might not be on the record - I mean, my sister - Lyra was too upset... she never told the Aurors exactly..." She hadn't even told Hunter, or the rest of the family, for weeks, what had really happened in Diagon Alley. And it was nobody else's business. "Morgenstern didn't just kill my brother," he said. "He gave them a choice. Told them he'd let one of them go, but they had to pick which one. And my sister - " A tone of disgust filled his voice as he continued. "Jack jumped in front of the spell, and he let Lyra go." Hunter was silent for a moment, letting it sink in some, before continuing. "My point is that you aren't just dealing with a murderer. James Morgenstern is out to ruin lives, not just end them. Otherwise, my sister would be dead, too. But you can't suffer if you're dead, can you?" Not that it explained the deaths of the professors - although, that could have easily been to attack the heart of the entire Hogwarts staff. Regardless, Hunter fell quiet, waiting to see what the others had to say.

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Owen looked to Lucy when she was the first to speak up. He wasn't surprised; she had blood binding her to two of the Reapers, one of them being what Owen could only assume as the right hand man of James Morgenstern himself. Details of Kellin knowing James went as far back as to their early 20's, a long time before James organized the group of murderers. Owen had also known Wade fairly well, and his entanglement with his father in the later years had worried Owen, and for good reason. Luckily, Lucy was too smart to get drawn into this mess herself, but what about Ryland? Owen knew that the boy had a way of tangling himself into bad situations, but to join the Reapers? Owen didn't think he would, but he still kept a close eye on the family Malfoy. He'd also been concerned about Ella, but she did so well now, his concerns had all but vanished. She had a child to take care of as well. When Lucy finished speaking, silence fell again, and his eyes scoured the audience. He stopped for a moment, looking at Lucia, but he didn't expect her to talk. He knew what she knew, so he would be coming back to those people who'd been at the Three Broomsticks a long time ago.

The next person to speak, was the only one Owen had visited that he had never met before in his life. He'd been told about him from Lucy, and what Lucy said was very often correct. For such a young woman, she really had a perceptive eye. Owen had found that it was very easy to respect Mo Jae Hwa, as his personality was very friendly and calm. He also had a strong position in society, and his famed friend that he'd also brought with him, Colton White, was also a strong addition to the meeting. Owen wasn't much for bringing in celebrities to make a point, but this wasn't about making a point, this was about making a stand. And though, to many people, that might be seen as the same, to Owen, it was not. Making a stand was something humanity could do to fight off monsters like Morgenstern. Owen didn't want to simply say; we've got celebrities on our side, you should join too. He wanted to say that no matter your position in society, humanity would always fight tyranny. And those two would be heard.

"I will explain more, but first, anyone else who want to say something?" Owen asked, and Colton White took to the word. Owen knew that the Reapers were still pretty unfamiliar in society, and the reason for this was because up until now, Morgenstern was the person behind the murders, and not many more were. So many people simply believed him to be one man alone. But he had a network. However, Lord Voldemort's reign had only ended 35 years ago. And the terror of the Death Eaters was not something that should be spread unwisely until someone knew how to fight them. Which was why Owen had waited as long as he had to organize this meeting. When Colton finished, and Owen gave him a nod saying he'd explain more, he remained silent a little while longer, and then the person Owen wanted to speak up, spoke up. Hunter didn't seem very uncomfortable, just angry. And no one could blame him. Owen himself was furious for the loss of his professors, not only because they were a part of the staff at Hogwarts, but because people at Hogwarts, professors and students alike, should be safe. And when they were not, changing things and fighting back was the only way to return to peace. Hogwarts should never be attacked again, and Owen would do everything in his power to keep that from happening.

Hunter's last sentence was what truly bothered Owen. He cleared his throat. "This is what concerns me. James Morgenstern is no organized man, he is a rabid dog. He'll kill anything he can catch, just for sports. Voldemort had a goal to be immortal, but Morgenstern is not the kind of person who seems to fear death. He seems to seek it out, going into Hogsmeade, attacking two professors. Killing a young boy in a passageway between Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley, two of the most visited streets of wizarding London. Attacking a mall with thousands of people. No, James Morgenstern is not afraid to die, but after many months of studying his moves, it is clear to me that he does have a goal," Owen explained. Morgenstern seemed to be looking for something, and the deaths, though fun for him, seemed to be a distraction from what he wanted. And he'd attacked people in Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley. There was one thing those places had in common; close base with buildings that had many times been used to guard magical objects. Hogwarts. And Gringotts. The idea that James had gotten as close to Hogwarts as Hogsmeade was enough to give Owen chills, but if the thing James was seeking had anything to do with Hogwarts or Gringotts, not only was it awful if James got his hands on the item, it also meant that the Minister was in great danger.

"I will not discuss the goal that Morgenstern is trying to reach with you today. Many of you have come on my own request, some of you have not. So before you leave today, if you do want to join in on the future meetings we will have, you will have to sign a document that will bind you to silence," he said, not even trying to make it sound safe: if people were to join, they ought to know the danger of it all, also what it would mean to betray them. Blind trust would not work this time. "But as for the Reapers we do know about, the ones we know by name are James Morgenstern, Kellin Leo Malfoy and Wade Malfoy. We also know he has a Russian follower, presumably a redheaded woman in the company of a blackhaired man during an attempted attack in Hogsmeade. Lucia Henley was there. The two of them, at the time around 5 years ago, were young, the woman between 18-20 years and the man 22-27," Owen continued. He passed around a few sketches of James Morgenstern, the redhead and the darkhaired man, as well as a picture of Wade and Kellin Malfoy. "These are the ones we know of. But there are presumably many more."

Owen turned and got a piece of parchment. "This is where I need you all to sign, but make sure you know, if you do, this will be a battle of life and death. There is no guarantee that we will be safe. There is no guarantee that no one of you is a mole. So think of your families before you decide on this. You may take contact with anyone of the people here if you want to think about it for a couple of days," he said. He left the parchment in front, not sending it around. People would have to walk up and sign it themselves. Owen wanted to see their names as they were put down on the list. But he was not yet done. "I wish to speak to Mr. VanDerberg and professor Henley in private after everyone has either signed, or left," he said, and then made a gesture saying he was done, and it was for them to decide. Owen sat down in the chair he'd been seated in before the meet started, and watched the list carefully and the people who walked up to sign it.
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