Through the darkness and the light fog on Pivet drive, four mysterious shadows appeared on the sidewalk. Faces hidden behind dark cloaks, they merely walked as though it were just a nighttime stroll. Simultaneously, the figures stopped and turned to look up at one ordinary house. These figures had apparently come for some reason, and something about this house was able to set it apart from the uniform styling for the entire neighborhood. As if commanded to, all four pulled off the hoods of their cloaks. They were no older than 16.
"So this is it?" The voice came out, although this accent had not been heard before in this neighborhood.
"Yeah… Kinda strange for the Famous Harry Potter to be living in a dump like this." This voice also belonged to a male, yet the tone was much deeper than the first.
"You can't blame them… He's living with muggles." The higher female voice came from the shortest one in the group.
"True… she has a point," whispered the middle figure, whose voice was almost afraid that someone might wake up from their conversation.
"Might as well, head towards Hogwarts… since we can't really stick around here," said the one that seemed to be leading them.
"Got it," the rest chimed.
With a swish of their arms, they disappeared from the street. Never to be seen here again.