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Mike was ready to dismiss the lights going out as a simple electrical error, this was a very old train run by magic after all, it wasn't that much of an assumption. Apparently he was alone in that judgement, the others were clearly startled, drawing their wands as if afraid they were going to be attacked. Mike followed their lead, slipping his vine wood wand from it's hiding place and muttering a quick [color=eeba33][i]"lumos"[/i][/color] to wield the tool as a flashlight.

His friends were right to be suspicious; the lights weren't an accident, but instead a subtle display of magic used to deliver a message. Oliver read the words aloud, sounding uncertain as they discovered the paper was an invitation to the Shrieking Shack, probably to be met by a recruiter of some sort. It was... dumb, he decided after a moment of thought. They could easily turn the note in to a professor and get the recruiter caught- unless there were safeguards against that. What kind of magic could keep that kind of thing secret? Or did they care? Was it a trap? A test by the staff? So much could be off, but Mike found himself inclined to go anyway, because what if it was real?

He glanced at his companions, wondering at where they stood. Melanie seemed wholly unimpressed, but there was something in her eye that made him uncertain of that conclusion. Ollie was disbelieving, probably shocked at their audacity to recruit from a school of all places. Mike had similar thoughts, curious how bad things must be for them if they wanted support from underage wizards and witches. They both seemed to be measuring each other as much as he was them, trying to guess where everyone stood.

[color=MediumSlateBlue]"What do you guys think? You gonna go?[/color] Melanie asked, rather bluntly in Mike's opinion.

[color=eeba33][i]Way to put us on the spot...[/i][/color] He thought grumpily, glancing uncertainly at Oliver. He tried to decide if he should give her the truth or not, but after only a moment of thought he knew it probably didn't matter. Still, he went with a less decisive answer, just in case. [color=eeba33]"Maybe. Might ask around first, see if it's real before I turn up."[/color] He could find a way to spy on the place, to make sure it was actual Cloaks holed up there and not aurors or professors. Already a plan was forming in his head.

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