|[ WHO ]| : Myron Wagtail and Han Solo |[ WHERE ]| : Just outside the Great Hall in Hogwarts |[ WHEN ]| : Around ten in the morning, Backdated to Feb 27 |[ WHAT ]| : Han and Myron are meeting up to go to Hogsmeade and have a drink. |[ RATING ]| : PG, low rating. |[ STATUS ]| : Closed, in progress.
It took Myron a few minutes over the communication network to talk to this Han Solo bloke. He understood they were a bit untrusting of people, because of his current situation. But Myron was really a very agreeable guy on a really good day. Having all these outsiders so close to his childhood home was unnerving to say the least. He'd spent the last 30 years having the concept of secrecy drilled into his brain and now everything was out in the open.
Heading down to the Great Hall, Myron waited around for Han to show up. As he said, his hair was a bright red color. He wasn't wearing robes like a lot of the people around here. Instead, he wore black jeans, a t-shirt he snagged from a Muggle thrift shop in London, and a leather jacket that looked rather expensive in quality. On the inside of his jacket was a small holster he'd created to hold his magic wand.
Leaning against one of the tall pillars, he waited patiently for Han to arrive, examining his wand out of boredom.