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Sascha smiled, blushed and looked down at the ground, then bit her lip and twisted her shoe on the ground. "Schon gut," she said, still blushing, then added, "Ich werde euch später dann sehen." She looked to the other two. "Auf Wiedersehen," she said, then opened the door and disappeared into the store.

{You wouldn't necessarily be doing this in Hogsmeade, but since your character is with her parents, I'll allow it.}

Arthur Radcliffe
Head Auror

Arthur took the lead from Michael as the tracks ended on a street in Hogsmeade, and he started off towards the Shrieking Shack. He put speed in step as he walked, his wand drawn and prepared for combat. He's waiting for us there. Combat resolve. This is my daughter we're rescuing. I have to win. For her.

Arthur Radcliffe
Head Auror

Arthur lead the way to the Shrieking Shack, his wand drawn and at the ready. He climbed the stairs to the Shack and peered in a window. When he saw nothing, he nodded a confirmation to Michael to approach. Speaking in a low tone, he said, "It doesn't appear that there is anyone inside. I can see a chair, that's it. We enter on three, okay?" He waited for the response, then put up three fingers, counting down to one.

{Exit to Shrieking Shack}

Roisin O'Brennan

Roisin's stomach turned and rolled as she landed with her father and mother on the streets of Hogsmeade. Side-along Apparition was never her favorite mode of transportation, but the saints-forsake-us if her parents decided to take any other form. As if she couldn't handle the complicated and advanced ways of the Flo Network, the Knight Bus or even the train. But Roisin's parents never let her out of their sights if they could help it, so she was used to it. She didn't like it but she was used to it.

Today they were looking at homes to buy in the area. They were concerned about her up coming year at Hogwarts and wanted to stay close. Her brothers got to go to Durmstrang Institute all by themselves, but that was too far for her parents to bar with for her schooling. Roisin believed her parents were paranoid. And way too old fashioned, but they were her parents. If they wanted to move here to Hogsmeade, she'd grin and bare it.

All for Hogwarts. She couldn't wait to get there. The one good thing about her parents obsessive paranoia about her, Roisin would get to attend the school she's been dreaming of since she could remember. Roisin glanced to the south. She'll be in that castle and gloried corridors soon enough. Warm, comfortable, and beyond magnificent.

So for now, Roisin followed her parents as they meet a friend and local agent, walking off the main street of Hogsmeade.

Aiden strolled slowly across the cobbled streets of Hogsmeade, hanging up posters on every pole he could find. As he did some of his shopping, he handed out flyers to the shop owners, as well. By the time he had reached The Three Broomsticks, hunger had began to stab at his insides, and he figured it'd also be a great advertising opportunity. He scooped Harley up into his arms, sure the young wolf pup would grab some of attention from the ladies as he entered the warmth of the inn.

Grumby's large, duck-like feet made a loud pattering noise as he traveled swiftly across the stone walkway. He was extremely excited at the invitation to visit Wiseacre's Wizarding Equiptment from a young man named Aiden. However, Grumby was overly curious as to what they would be speaking of. "Grumby hopes it's a mission. Grumby loves mission." He practically sang out as he approached the shop, noticing a flyer in the window as he turned the metal doorknob.