(Hogsmeade) Just a little parcel

[Cattrim Rallon]

Clutching his broom closer to his chest to plummet all the faster, Cattrim Rallon was coming to Hogsmeade. His instructions had been clear the parchment's words burning away after each sentence he read, luckily he knew how to memorise orders in such a short space of time. Now they buzzed about his head like bees as he tried to make sense of them all. Some were simple enough, but others were just obscure. Knowing he couldn't puzzle them out no matter how long he persisted Catt pushed them to the very back of his mind, settling down to steering his broom with as much skill as he could muster.

Lying now flat upon his broom Catt rapidly descended loosing altitude quickly as he burst through the cold cloud cover. Seeing the little village still quite far off he darted ever downward towards the forest, having to pull hard to cease his freefall. With precision he glided towards the path twining its way from the school itself to the village. Leaping down he landed heavily upon the ground, his boots making imprints into the impacted earth. "Ah," he breathed perfectly satisfied with his cool landing; he still had the moves. Stretching langorously Catt tossed his broom up and down admiring its sleek nature and perfect lines, before he let it settle clasped in his right hand whilst the other lazed at his side as he began to stroll down the path at an easy pace.

Whislting a tune between his teeth Catt eyes roved the scenery, scanning for any danger and seeing none. He whislted parlty because he adored the old army tune, but also to make his presence quite clear; he wouldn't be seen as a skulking man afraid of the shadows.

He was quite brash as he strolled with a rolling gait into Hogsmeade village, heading for his rendeveous point. Nodding to those he past Catt strode purposefully along but kept his smiles free and easy to any who walked on by. Reading the names of the streets he counted them up until he found the one he wanted. Stepping into the side street Catt moved to one side as a stooped man pushing a small cart heaved it by. Ducking beneath a trailing clothes line strung up across the alley Catt stepped up to a normal everyday dustbin. Checking the area was clear with a blank nonchalent look, he lifted the lid and took out a sealed parcel. Stuffing it into one of his many pockets Catt moved back into the high street, only to notice somebody from across the street staring his way. With a grin and a little wave he walked across as if he had all the time in the world.
"Hello," he called in a friendly manner as his eyes roved over the person, "can I help you or were you just admiring my looks from afar?" He asked feigning a look of genuine curiousity, it wouldn't exactly be the first time.

[Sianna Book]

Sianna was working as usual but she didn't mind as she needed the work. On this particular sunny day, Sianna had taken to standing outside the white washed door of The Majestic Bird basking in the sun light. A couple had just left one of the two outside tables and Sigh had taken to clearing it. This was a methodical process for her and she enjoyed the routine. First you took the dishes to the kitchen, then you moved the ornaments to a chair, then you shook out the table cloth, then you smoothed it out on the table and replaced the ornaments and so on. Methodical, routine, simple.

However, something out of the ordinary happened that Sianna chanced to see. She was rubbing her hands on the table cloth to smooth it out and happened to glance up as a man across the street stuck his arm into a dustbin and removed something. She hadn't seen what is was and it was none of her business but he moved too fast for her to overt her eyes in time. He addressed her and Sianna didn't know what to do.

Sigh picked up the small vase and table card that formed the centre piece of the table and fidgeted with it as she mumbled, "I... I... I was just..." She let out the breath she had not realised she had been holding, her deep brown eyes lingering on the man. Suddenly she looked away from her and busied herself with the table again as if he had never been there to start off with. This was how Sianna dealt with pressure and fear, ignore it and maybe it will go away.

[Cattrim Rallon]

Eyes roving about Catt cast a look all around hoping nobody else had seen his curious antics. It wasn't everyday people went rooting in bins, but with Catt around excitement usually wasn't far behind. It seemed like nobody elses interest had been perked as they stalked along, most with tired drawn looks, eyes downcast, few seemed happy and joyous like Catt remembered from when he'd studied at Hogwarts.

But the woman who'd plainly noticed his bin delving had her eyes the most downcast, definitely trying to hide the fact that she'd seen a man take a curiously shaped object from the trash. But with the parcel concealed within his pocket Catt felt safe as he stepped up to the lady, having wandered over seemingly haphazardly. He had two options, both with risks attached, leave her be and hope she forgot the incident, or go chat and make sure she forgot it completely.

Catt couldn't risk others knowing, so he spoke kindly to her, taking note of her quavering voice and shivering tones. "just lost in my eyes," he finished with a grin, supplying her the answer so she didn't have to admit she'd seen his antics. Catt stood lazily watching her sort the tables in a swift manner that showed she was used to it. He grinned, perhaps this had been fated.

It was time for a change of plan, "are you open for business now?" He enquired knowing this little restaurant was as good a place as any to hideout and complete the transaction. "I wouldn't mind a little drink or snack...inside preferably, if it's not too much trouble?"

[Sianna Book]

The man Sianna had seen came towards her and Si became more and more alarmed with every step. She wasn't used to people talking to her let alone looking at her in the manner this man did. She mind went blank for a moment, terror-stricken, but then he smiled at her. Clutching her cloth in both hands, Si rung it over and over as she said more confidently then she had ever said anything, "No, sir, not at all." He had suggested that she had been watching him when, in actual fact, all she had done was glance briefly at him.

Then he enquired about something Si knew much about, the shop. "Oh, yes, sir, we are open," she said enthusiastically even though still quiet. "We're open from nine in the morning till ten at night. Certainly, sir, seat yourself anywhere you'd like I'll be right back with a menu." Si quickly darted into the small shop and took a menu. She walked out again, the bell tinkling above her head, and handed the gentleman his menu. "Can I get you anything to drink so long, sir?" Si asked, taking out her notebook and pencil.

[Cattrim Rallon]

Finding her manner rather curious, she seemed nearly afraid of her own shadow to put it bluntly, he guessed he'd probably done something wrong; as usual, or else she didn't want to get stuck up in any trouble, and seeing a man rootin thrugh rubbish usually had an alternative motive to just browsing. Nonetheless she brightened considerably when Catt became a customer, smiling in thanks as she darted off for a menu he took it gently, "cheers, I'll take a seat inside if you don't mind..it's a bit..chilly out here." After casting a single backward glance to make sure nobody was looking he followed her inside taking a seat near the window so he could still look out. He had to be careful.

"Water'll do." He requested sliding into the comfortable chair, glancing at the menu he asked, "any BLT's left? With chips o' course." Gazing distractedly out of the window Catt forced his worried mind to focus upon his stomach and dragged his eyes back to the menu again, "matter o' fact I'll take a beer too." He sure did need one.