Who: Michael Corner and Kevin Entwhistle. Where: An out-of-the-way location (near to the Giant's Causeway of Northern Ireland). What: Michael reveals the existence of Dumbledore's Army to Kevin. When: August 29th, evening. Status: Closed. Rating: Low.
The sound of crashing tide echoed in the ears a second before space-time squinted and popped. Stumbling for footing on briefly uneven basalt hexagons, the wind whipped at Michael as he rose his head from the act of apparation and let go of his good mate. Co-Apparation had been necessary- Michael didn't want to reveal where they were going and he doubted Kevin had been there enough to apparate himself. Then again, he didn't ask either. Unfortunately, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was probably bristling with people right now.
The breeze died down with a gradual roll. The black, hard stone expanded like a thin causeway from island to mainland flanked on two sides by angry gray, misty sea. The clouds were dark and there was a chill in the air, even at this time of Summer. Michael wore a black robe to protect himself from the chill.
"Right," he began. "I bet this is a bit shocking. I promise to have better places in mind for our honeymoon," he teased, hopping a few stones away from Kevin. He squinted back in the failing, filtered sun behind Kevin- a sort of half-smile offered. He turned to the surf which was still a dozen yards away, and dropped his hood. "But at least you can't say I don't take you to interesting places. I think if anything it's worth a proper snog," he added with a shrug. "Do you know it?" He looked out on a stunning, triangular green island beyond the row of geometric black, towering and tumbling at odd but walkable heights save in some places.
Michael pulled out his wand and for now held it parallel to his leg. "Remember Umbridge, Kev?" He looked back with a small, thin smile, "That snotty old bag from Fifth Year?"