NOTE: Written in Canadian English. If you find an error as per spelling, let me know!
July 2nd, 2003. Vancouver, B.C., Canada
In the deepening dusk of night, two figures sat leaning against a white 1986 Toyota Corolla AE86. The taller of the pair pulled a pack of cigarettes from in his combat boot and shook one out. Proffering the pack to the other, who snorted back a laugh, he replaced them and reached inside the car for a lighter. The short produced two glass bottles, tossing one to the smoker and cracking open their own.
"I still can't believe the Brits haven't down anything about Voldemort yet. It's been a friggin month already, and Sirius says they haven't even alerted the public!" The girl spoke up, taking a swig of her drink. "Its like they don't even care about it. Fudge is in Australlia!"
The smoker took a long drag of his cigarette, holding it in for a beat, then exhaling. "It's not the fault of the general populace, Fudge is just in the pocket of the Dark Moron. Pity he couldn't kick it or something. Mebbe get summoned off a tall cliff." Cracking a smile, he took another drag.
A deeper yet strained voice joined in. "Right shame. Got another brew?" Sirius Black dropped himself down beside the smoker. "Though you kiboshed the smoking, Travis?" Smirking at the younger man's growl, he snagged the bottle the girl had chucked at him and twisted the top off. "Damn, this is good stuff. Why can't we get it across the pond again?"
"You have your Guiness piss-in-a-bottle. Let us keep our Molson! Got any news?" Travis shot back, still scowling.
"Harry's being moved tomorrow, so Albus wants to meet you two tonight," he replied, standing up. "Shall we, Ms. Sard and Mr. Kure?" turning back to offer his arm, he found himself standing alone. "Damn show-offs" he grumbled, flipping the bird at the empty car and apparating home, some five thousand miles distant.