Chapter 1

"My friend Jonesy had a little mishap the other day. Accidentally blasted his own ass off and half of his ear, the dumbass. See he was trying to be all inconspicuous about this itch had on his ass, so he takes his wand and pretend as if he was trying place it in his back pocket. On the third or fourth scratch he accidentally set off a spell and bloop, say goodbye to the butt. And the idiot really didn't catch that he blew it off for a couple of seconds either. When he did, the dummy decides to "inspect" his wand by pointing directly at his face and see what was wrong. In the middle of that, he sets off another spell. He had only just moved his head, then goodbye ear. Then I said to him while we are waiting for a ride to St. Mungo's, I said, 'If you knew you blew your butt of, why even point at your face?'. And you know what he said? He said to me 'Mungos gives a discount if you blow two asses out.'"

And with that, Samuel Goldblatt started laughing uncontrollably. He was a small, scrawny man, with a face that resembled a rat and had dark hair. He was sitting around with a group of other men in The Leaky Cauldron. One of them was Ian Lewis, an African American boy with caramel skin and grey eyes. He was around the age of eighteen. He was easily the youngest out of all the group.

Evan was helping himself to a plate of eggs and hash.

"Really funny, Sam, really," said Avery sarcastically. He was a tall man, slightly muscular, and had cuts all over his face. He looked as though he was in his late twenties.

"C'mon man, just follin," Sam said, drawing breathing heavily trying to regain air.

"Yeah, it was actually kinda funny, Ave," said a brown haired man. This was Poland, a handsome young man, around twenty, who had tanned skin and looked as though he had spent his entire life surfing at the beach.

"Don't be a killjoy, Avery," said Bobby Shardust, a man around the age of Avery.

Avery scowled.

Ian looked at different directions of the bar as if waiting for someone.

"Are Alanna, Jack, and Fernidand still going to show?" he asked.

"I'm sure they will, nobody is stupid enough to miss a score this big," Sam replied.

"Though can you keep it down, Sam?" said Poland. "You don't know who may be listening."

"The whole set up is at eleven, right?" Bobby asked.

"Yes," replied Ian. "I just hope that this will actually go through as planned."

"We'll be fine, kid," Sam assured him.

But Ian's insides didn't feel fine. It seemed like his intestines had double back flipped into a pit full of snakes. Like the butterflies in his stomach had been eaten and replaced with tigers, trying to claw their way out. It seemed as though everything was easier at his old school, Hogwarts, in which he had just graduated a couple of months ago. Back there, the worst you could get was detention. Here, death was an option. Even though he was sorted into Gryffindor, the house of bravery, he didn't really feel very brave. He took a bite out of his eggs.

A couple of minutes later a female burst into the Cauldron and took a seat down in the group.

"Alanna!" half the group said merrily.

Alanna smiled. She was a very beautiful girl, part French and part Brazilian. She had dark brown hair and lightly tanned skin. Her eyes were strangely purple.

"Hello boys," she said.

"Have you heard from Jack or Fernie yet?" Bobby asked.

"No, no," Alanna said. "I was hoping you had."

"Well whatever the case," Sam said. "I'll be ordering me a beer. Anyone else want one?"