The speech was not a particularly grand one, and the Headmistress could have been a bit more forceful, but Mike wasn't concerned. The Cloaks weren't hiding their actions here, and he wondered why. Recruiting from a school was sure to make them many enemies, but there wasn't any fancy spell work to hide the message, or to bind the students to silence, or to only appear in front of older students... The way they'd gone about this setup was nearly muggle in its simplicity and disregard.
He glanced around as he sat at the Hufflepuff table, and grinned slightly when Oliver sat next to him. Of coarse, as with everyone else, Oliver wanted to talk about the Cloaks.
"Maybe," Mike answered, head cocked slightly to the side as he ignored his food.
"I've got a spy going in." He elaborated, but didn't explain anything more. It was best he kept his ways to himself, less chance of others using it against him. Hogwarts pranks could be horrific, and he definitely didn't want to arm his enemies. A harsh
"HUP!" in his ear, heard only by him, made him wince. Not for the first time that night he wondered at one kind of bird he'd summoned that made such an obnoxious noise.
He grimaced, glancing again at Oliver.
"I'll let you know what I find out." He promised.
On the train ride over, once they'd received the invitations, Mike had had concerns about whether or not the inviatation was real, or what was on the other side. Thus he came up with a plan to find out. When the train stopped he lost himself in the crowd, and hid out of sight to do his work; summoning a bird, disillusioning it, and then sending it cheerfully to the shrieking shack. Perhaps he should have cast a silencing charm on the bird as well...