The maps before him were as clear as clear can be - to any passive glancer they would be like hieroglyphics: complicated, meaningless. They were of course, blue prints to both hogwarts and hte ministry of Magic. Incomplete, but mainly guess work. Cartography was something Scone excelled at. That and the nocturnal pleasures shared by a man and his lover... But Cartography was his pride.

As an auror, this hobby was little used however now he was in the Resistance his skills were needed. From what knowledge he had he had drawn up some huge sketches of key Wizarding locations. The resistance would need them.

He rubbed his hand on his bare chest - he was young, no older than 24, muscular yet not body-builder. His face was unshaven, blond stubble taking over. He had a cigarette in the side of his mouth and he smoked it like his life depended on its diminishment.

He looked across the kitchen, several people at work.

*Kiley walked over towards Milo from out of the kitchen, pushing her hair out od her face as she went. Milo had been studying the blueprints for a while now and she was wondering how it was coming. Despite the fact that milo was over 7 years older than her, she had to work to spress a smile, the outward way of expressing her reaction to him walking around without a shirt on.* "How's it coming?" *She asked, leaning against the wall, glad to have a break from work*

Milo turned and winked at her, with a half-smile, to smile a full smile would be a lot of effort for little avail - also he had learned at Hogwarts that a half smile was always more cool than a full one. Yes, there was still a kid in him somewhere, he was just so.. manly at the moment with his bristley beard and muscular body. He had no time for wearing shirts when he was thinking, it was important to keep cool, get air to your body. Plus, it was nice to know that a lot of the gals in the resistance liked checking out his physique. He always returned the favour.

"Oh.. Its coming well.. I like studying things." He half-smiled again, not taking his eyes away. Innuendo - the best kind of humour.

*Kiley couldn't help but return the grin. Her eyes flashed down to the blue prints and back up to milo's eyes, lingering only for a moment on his bare chest* "Have you seen anything interesting?" *More inuendo. She felt slightly guilty for flirting with him since she was going out with Jake, but it had been a while since she'd had anything interesting to do and she couldn't help herself*

"Oh, theres a lot of interesting things here..." He looked down and jotted down a few calculations. He coughed then added with a straight face "... they usually come in pairs." There was no such thing as too far, although he didnt show it - Milo Scone was rolling on the floor laughing inside. He stretched then sank into his chair.

*Kiley remained leaning against the wall* "How old are you?" *She asked, watching him and crossing her arms across her chest. His nerve really amazed her. There wern't many people who, when in such a high pressure situation, would continue to flirt, espically with someone that was as young as kiley must have seemed to him.*

Scone continued looking at his drawings, he rose an eyebrow at a discrepancy then answered, "Oh I'm old enough to have had experience, if thats what you're asking." Again, he was straight-faced, he rarely laughed but was very witty like this with innuendo. He looked at her. "Twenty-two."

*Kiley raised her eyebrows when he mentioned about experience* "Do you really think this is the time and place for that type of talk, Mr. Scone?" *She said, still grinning* "I find it highly offensive. I have a boyfriend." *it was obvious that she was still flirting with him. She crossed her arms across her chest and looked calmly back at him*

"Maybe we could all get together sometime..." At this time he smiled, his eyes shone, not like glistening diamonds but like dull granite...it was cooler and far more attractive in modern day Britain. Granite eyes. He rolled up the maps and stood before her, patting the scrolls in his hand. He then playfully tapped her on the head with the scrolls before vanishing them with his wand.

"So how old is your B-F - I hope you aren't going with a dead head like most girls these days." He sat on the table. "I got Outstanding in all my OWLS and NEWTS - never had a girlfriend at Hogwarts.. amazing how the decent chaps never get the girl, until later..of course."

*Kiley blushed slightly as he mentioned a threesome.* "Jake's 17.....And you seem very qualified. Maybe even over qualified.....You'd probably get bored with me." *She sighed dramatically and looked for a moment before lookin back and locking eyes with him. Unlike his eyes, Kiley's were bright green and shining.

Now that he had mentioned it, Kiley went over a mental list of all the boys she'd dated. Out of all of them, Jake was the only one that could be considered safe. She figured it had something to do with Weston, but before Jake she had really only been interested in the seemingly wild and possibly unstable guys. She would never say this outloud though.*

rogue walked outside with an arm load of sheets. she had found them in an closet and they needed airing badly. interupting their conversation. rogue eyed milo warily then kiley.
"hey ki...."
she gave her a look like who the hippogriff is this.

*Kiley smiled and looked at Rogue* "Hey Rogue.....you need help with those?" *She was hoping she didn't, but sort of hoping for a breather for a minute from the flirting.*

rogues gazed shifted from one to the other. she knew she just interupted some flirting of some kind.
"no thats alright i can handel it."
she looked around and began to walk towards the other end of the grounds giving them some privacy.
"well see yha later ki."
she wanted to ask out loud if kiley had seen jake but knew it would probably spoil some innocent fun. she looked at milo one more and eft the two.

"Yes, I am qualified and I don't mean in owls.." He smiled again. "But theres no such thing as over... I mean you cant get too much of a good thing." He moved to a window and looked out of it at nothing in particular. All of a sudden he went more distant and mysterious, professional in a way.

"Where are you taking us?" He meant as in the aim - the vision. "What do you want to accomplish?"

*Kiley was quiet for a moment, thinking. She looked at him and then looked away.* "It's not just me that's in charge...." *She murmered. Kiley hated to act like it was all her...it was Rogue too...but she deffinetly had a vision.*

"There is only ever one leader," He said in a perfect impression of Coldstone Harshing - then he laughed. "He taught me when I was at school. Always a fan..."

*Kiley raised her eyebrows when Milo mentioned he was a fan of Harshing's.* "Harshing's never been on of my....favorite teachers. And I think it would be safe to say that I'm not one of his prized students, to put it lightly." *Kiley smiled semi-sarcastically* "So I guess that means you were a slytherin." *It wasn't a question. Kiley continued to watch him with his back to her as he looked out the window.*

"Yes, a Slytherin Harshing taught me everything I know and encouraged me to join the Aurors when I left school. In fact he said If I didn't he'd kill me," Milo laughed uneasily then felt the scar on his arm - a threat. "Always persuasive was Harshing. Hes a good man when you learn how to handle the psychopathic side."

"Hm. I bet." *She muttered looking away from Milo for the first time since the beginning of their conversation* "It's easier for you to say. I'm a gryffindor, and harshing had a little...history with my parents while they were in school. And he holds grudges. Very. Strong. Grudges."

"Yes, he was a b*****d to everyone else." Milo needed to change the subject to prevent conflict. "So - what flavour of ice cream do you like?" Another wittiscism - abrupt change in conversation was always funny to Milo. He took out his wand and conjured a dish.

*Kiley grinned* "Ummm.......hm, that's a hard one......I think moose tracks..or rocky road...I always get those two conused.." *Kiley pulled her leg up to her chest and rested her chin on her knee. She was glad for the change in subject.* "What about you?"

"Milk." The connotations of that single word did not need explaining, following up or described - it was a simple innuendo that crossed that imaginary boundary of humour that most people liked to stay on the right side of. To Milo - that boundary was just another thing to surpass. From his wand erupted some milk flavoured ice cream then a spoon. He took the spoon and ate slowly.

*Kiley looked at him in disbelief. After a omoment of silence, she laughed out loud. Kiley looked away, still shocked, and tehn looked back at him.* "You are...." *She laughed.* "You know what...I don't know what you are." *Kiley laughed again* "Do you always do this? Or am I just special?"

"Anyones special... if they have certain attributes."

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Coldstone Harshing passed through the brickwork like a ghost and glanced disapprovingly at Milo before passing through the table and the outerwall into the grounds.

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Milo rolled his eyes at Kiley. "I've always wondered where he gets that power from."

Oh. Ok. So basically he's a man-whore. *Kiley watched Harshing pass by outside "You know, pretty soon he's not going to like you anymoe. You're fraternizing with the enemy." *Kiley paused and smiled* "That's me."

OOC: Lol - the resistance is excellent. A rebel group sitting round eating ice cream.

BIC:

"We must learn what the Family are going to do next. We must remove Hans from Hogwarts."

He came out with it all of a sudden, he had planned it for some time - just never said it. "Kiley, If we remove Hans Sentinus will put a weaker wizard in charge."

*Kiley leaned foward on the table so she was closer to him.* "How're we going to do that?" *Kiley looked at the papers Milo had had earlier* "Were those blueprints of hogwarts?

"Yes. I was planning a way in. THe Grand is a teacher there, also there are hundreds of Family supporters. It will be difficult but not impossible... if Harshing is involved."

He leaned in and whispered: "Harshing can possess people.. it would take only a trip to Hogsmeade for him to get in and let others in to capture hans."

"I want to be in on it. In hogwarts helping when it happens." *She said firlmy. Kiley leaned back and cossed her arms across her chest. She knew that he would probably say no and the rest f the adults would too, but sh wanted to help so that she could prove that she was capable.*

Just then Harshing came in, through the door this time.

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"No." As predicted he had this moronic protectiveness over those younger than him. "Kiley - you aren't ready. You aren't powerful enough." He sounded like his father, he hated that he did but he was certain he was right. Kiley was too young even though she was the leader of the resistance.

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"Scone, you talk absolute drivel. Kiley, although a cretin, does have some use. Her head can fit through small spaces because of the minute size of the brain. Plus, if she dies, its no great loss."

This was Harshings way of saying: Shes not that bad, she should come.

*Kiley ground her teeth together and stood staring at him* "I want to go. i'm not asking you. I'm telling you. I want to go and help." *Kiley stood patiently, waiting for a responce. Kiley had her arms crossed across her chest, glaring at Harshing* "I'm going with you."

Harshing looked at her in either a murderous or agreeable expression - one can never tell which. He paced up to her and placed his hand around his neck. "Scone, you shall not be going. You are a liability. This is a mission for two only. Kiley and I will go. If Kiley fails I shall kill you."

It was a very odd thing to say... if you didnt know Harshing.

*For once, Kiley didn't flinch away when Harshing came closer to her. She smiled smugly and glanced over at Milo and then back to Harshing* "So....when're we going?" *She asked as if she was asking about what time they were going to go out to lunch instead of when they were going to be going to be breaking into a highly secured school and capture the headmater of it.*

"Tomorrow. Scone, prepare my broom. I want it serviced to perfection. We shall need traveling cloaks with disillusionment charms on them. We shall need a silver knife."

Scone stuttered and rushed off, scared of Harshing's enormous power.

"You! -" He pointed at Kiley "- Shall need a wand and a broom. You shall wear your hogwarts robes."

Harshing turned to Milo and belted him to the floor. "Hans shall be mine at last."

"Not a problm." *She said under her breath, looking after them both.Kiley sat on her table and kiccked her legs back and forth. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder and grinned* "Harshing was starting to teat her like a human being. She couldn't wait for tomorrow when the resistance would make their first move.*

Already a plethora of ways to humilate and torture his previous employer had sprung to mind, each more gruesome than before. Hans had never been a strong character - and according to the laws of nature the weak must be cut for the strong to survive. It was a masterstroke - remove a bigwig in the Family and watch as the whole of Hogwarts undergoes chaos. Of course... thats if they could get to Hans.

"Scone, get out your maps. Explain your ideas - I will correct you as we go a long."

*Kiley looked over towards Milo, absently wondering what he thought about her and how she had recieved the position to go into Hogwarts and he hadn't. Kiley's eyes flickered towards harshing then to the blueprints in Milo's hands as she waited, just a little impatiently, to see the blueprints and have them explained. Kiley didn't make a move to get down off the table.*

"Harshing, I'm going!" Milo said almost as if he was a rebellious teenager. Harshing did not contest this, he was too busy dreaming.

Scone laid out his maps and gathered his notes. "Kiley could you please come and demonstrate something a second. Come and sit here."

"Sure." *Kiley ignored the fluttering in her stomach as she slid off the table and sat here he had asked her to.* "What do you need me to demonstrate?" *She asked, turning slightly in her chair to look at him curriously.*