Ah yes, the closet on the third floor. Mikey had fond memories of that little hideaway. And of that spare classroom on the fifth. It was funny how much you could accidentally meet someone in conveniently quiet places when you put your mind to it.
The flames flickered up around them as Spencer loosed his handful of powder, and then there were moving swiftly, fireplaces flashing past until everything solidified again and they were stumbling out from a different grate.
Mikey regretfully moved his hands and cleared his throat as they sorted themselves out, looking about. The pub was mostly full, with people squished round tables chatting to each other over the noise of clinking glasses and a second crackling fire. Over to their left the bar was decked out with a few small pumpkins, all ready for Halloween, and Madam Rosmerta was nodding her head in welcome and smiling cheerily.
"The two coming down from Hogwarts?" she said, leaning over the wood as they came over. "Can't tell you how nice it is to be seeing regular custom from those parts again."
Mikey grinned amusedly at Spencer, wondering how many of their eighteen plus pupils had been down since the beginning of term. And how often. Or maybe it wasn't just the pupils, the gossip lines had been fairly frenzied recently. "Think William and Gabe got here before us?" he asked, planting his elbows on the bar.