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Chapter 4

London

Rose sighed as she stretched in her seat. The ride from Darby had been uneventful, and there had been no more suspicious people to be seen. Her companions were currently stretched out on the bench seats of their compartment, attempting to get a few last minutes of sleep before their train arrived at it's final destination. They had already reached the outside of the city, whizzing past suburbs and impoverished neighborhoods. Leaning her head against the window she counted telephone poles as they passed.

The early morning sun was just beginning to lighten the sky as they reached King's Cross. As the train gave it's final lurch Rose stood and stretched, accidently hitting Scorpius as she did. Jerking up off the bench he looked around frantically before his eyes stilled on Rose. Grinning sheepishly she shrugged before heading out the door and exiting the train.

Stopping on the platform Rose exhaled slowly, praying for her nerves to settle. "Get a grip, Weasley, your not twelve anymore." Nervously shifting her weight she scanned the crowd looking for their contact.

"He said he had blond hair in his letter. And that he'd be wearing a concert tee. Something Maroon, I think." Al said as he walked up beside Rose. Ignoring Scorpius for the most part she again scanned the crowed, her eyes settling on a medium built man with platinum hair and a black t-shirt.

Rose watched as he turned slightly, the words 'Maroon 5' becoming apparent. "There," she said pointing at the man she had seen. "That's him." At the boys questioning looks she rolled her eyes. "He's teetering. He always does that when he's bored." Not waiting for any further responses she began walking. Weaving in and out of the crowed she stopped near by, looking around before approaching him. "Excuse me?" He turned towards her, hazel eyes showing no recognition. "I was wondering if you could tell me how to get to... Browning St?" Holding up the piece of paper she'd fished from her pocket.

He stared at the paper for a minute, he rubbed his chin in thought. "Sure, that's real near here. You got another piece of paper? I could right down the directions." he said, his cockney accent blending perfectly with his appearance. Nodding, Rose pulled a blank piece of paper and handed it to him. Writing quickly he jotted down the directions before handing her back the piece of paper. "There ya go. That should help." Nodding she thanked him before rejoining her friends.

"I've got it." she said showing them the piece of paper. The other two nodded. "It's only a short walk from here, so we'll go by foot." Not waiting for other sign of comprehension she turned and made her way out of the station.

The walk to Browning St didn't take as long as they had thought it would but the summer heat made it an uncomfortable journey. Stopping outside a large white council Rose glanced over the paper one more time. "This is it." she said, slipping the paper back into her pocket.

"Sure is, now what took you so long?" a polished voice asked from the shade. A man of about his mid twenties stood leaning against the wall, his turquoise blue hair standing out even in the shadows. "Well? Come on then! No doubt Vic's been trying her hand at making lunch." Not saying another word he walked by and up the stares, the trio following closely behind.

tbc.

AN: I've started working on chapter five, so don't worry about the cliff hanger here. I did that mostly because I wanted to go ahead and get this posted, before finishing chapter five.