It had been harder and harder for Knox to move amongst the normal people of England. He had always sort of had a way with blending in, but with increased guards almost everywhere, he’d taken to hiring people (his brothers and Daniel mostly) to deliver the goods in his stead. Which meant that he had a lot of down time to tinker with the compound of his explosive (who knew when their leader would call on him next to provide an explosion bigger and better than he had at the quidditch pitch). He liked this part of the job, the ability to figure out something better, to piece things together. He had a lot more intelligence than people gave him credit for.
Of course, he needed a place to practice. He’d broken off a chunk of the new explosive he’d created, and moved towards the line of trees that stood near the border. It was thick with trees and seldom populated. He’d put up a few wards to keep the town from hearing the explosion or being hit with smoke or debris, but realized he wasn’t alone as he moved through the line of trees.
He pulled his wand, his eyebrows hemmed together until he saw Sienna. He didn’t know her well, but he was familiar with her. He grinned, and put his wand back in his hip holster as he spied the firewhiskey. “Gonna share, songbird?” He smirked.