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Well she was a Slytherin after all, so the exchange of information was always the most prized form of currency within that house. However this was an emergency situation and Ronyo was not about to let a single clue get left out because of some minor issue. Michelle had always seemed like a good person to Ronyo, not someone who would jump in to save someone but also not the person who would be trying to hurt someone. The boy smiled and nodded his head as he moved to fully face the girl and pulled out his notepad and self-inking quill.

"If you want to help me your more than welcome to Michelle, and extra set of eyes would be helpful at this point. If things look to start getting dangerous I will hope you know to use your skills of staying hidden at such times. I don't want to put you in harm's way, so until something bad seems to come up your more than welcome to follow and help."

So Remy had been the focus of the crime not Heather. Cait and Heather seemed to have gotten mixed up in this situation by being good a good friend and a good sister. That explains the letter a bit more and maybe why Heather wrote it and Remy did not. Why was Remy the target then, what was it about her that made her a prime subject for this person? Ronyo took down the extra info as it helped edit and update what he had on the girls situation.

"Can you describe the person in any way to me? Height, weight, hair color, build, any notable or distinguishing remarks?" If Michelle had gotten even a glimpse of the kidnapper then they could be on the lookout for anyone matching it.

It was then that Ronyo remembered the vial of liquid in his satchel. Michelle had not mentioned it but maybe she had not known the thing to be important as Ronyo was looking for information pertaining to the girls. Ronyo still felt the two things were related in some way he just did not know what or how strongly yet. he produced the vial as Michelle thought about his questions and held it up.

"Also have you ever seen anything like this before? Did this 'Stranger' have anything like this with him or on him?"

The new information about the man was taken down with side notes about the stare Michelle had added in. A stare was not usually a clue but they way the girl spoke about it was something hard to miss when you meet the man. This was good, he know had a suspect and identifying notes to help track the crook down. He would need to relay the info off to Jane and Tammy so they could keep an eye out for this guy, and also so Tammy could pass it along to her father. As Michelle asked about the vial he motioned for them to start moving from the spot as they walked the streets.

"It is called miracle. Heather's mother is selling it at her shop now. She was asked to begin selling the item the day the girls went missing by a strange little boy she had never seen. Mss. Hawthorn had not heard about her daughters going missing or received the owl letter at the time though. I fill the two things are connected but am not sure how," Ronyo looked around the streets at all the shops that filled the small town, "I think we should go and see if anyone has ever seen this man you saw before. Also it will help to have the shop owners be aware of what this guy looks like so they can report it if he should show up again."

Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

Darkness stretched over the valley, caressing every crevice river bottom and heightened mountain plains, gold looming eyes wavered down to the alley where barely a wisp of wind would offer solace in the oblique black world. But silhouettes crept in the nefarious depths, he could feel it on the tip of his wand and reverberating down his arm. He had his own reasons for being here, his own demons to destroy—but the curiosity of moonbeam hair struck him too familiar to ignore. He waited outside of Zonko’s Joke Shop, fully awaiting the hours until this horrid night would end.

Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

”I could be asking you the same,” the heir’s voice of metallic gold melted in static winds, that moonlit hair manifested from the darkness, slithering through the clouds and approaching on him, fast, before he ever really saw that she was there. ”I’m looking for someone,” he lied. More like something. But she needn’t know that.

The fire building in him, threatening to erupt—and he needed something, anything..

Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

”….That’s the grand question lately, isn’t it?” He hadn’t turned a blind eye to the rumors that spiraled the wizarding world, and the smiling faces of the lost souls on the front page of the Daily Prophet. No, they were of no concern to him—but he wouldn’t ignore the opportunity for such unabridged freedom.

If there was someone, something out there that could take the blame, then what was left to stop him fuel this fire? ”Regardless, I’ve found precisely what I’m looking for,” he lied again, that creeping smiling waning on his lips. ”A distraction.” In retrospect, it wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t the entire truth, either. ”What trouble have you gotten into now?” He wondered, his curious voice seeping into the air like the chilling cold, golden eyes dancing up and down the streets.

Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

”You only have a penchant for it,” he whispered with a cryptic tongue, promising a death-defying spiral of lies and truth to wade through black waters. He only lingered on this dancing note, sparkling golden eyes a twisted truth of what she was to him. ”Ah, I see….

“Is that all you’re doing?” The bane of deception riddled under his icy breath as he tilted his head to the side, that conniving smile arose along with the tease of a brow at her tenacity. ”Seems like you almost want to be kidnapped yourself,” he dared, and as he idled there, the very thought itself seemed too tempting.

He needed a target, a victim, easy prey—he didn’t want that to coincide with his plaything, too.

Seeing Michelle on the street Ronyo moved to see what she had found out, that was until he noticed a familiar face with her. Ronyo had not expected to see Tay here of all places but somehow he always seemed to show up when either Michelle or himself was present, and with the two of them working together it was like a magnet pulling most likely. Tay sounded different than he usually was, there was little sense of ironic and sarcastic humor in his words, still some, but not to the normal extent. However if there was one person Ronyo would have no problems fighting alongside, besides Colton, it would be Tay. Despite how they saw each other they both respected each other and also understood when to put differences aside. Hearing Michelle talk about easily being kidnapped herself had Ronyo chuckling as he approached the pair.

"Not so easily Michelle, I'm not one to let a friend be taken so close to me without a fight," Ronyo smiled and then looked to Tay and nodded to the young-man, "Tay, interesting seeing you here. Personal business or are you looking for the girls too?"