Florent was flying through the streets of North London flying in the back alleys after a dark wizard who had just attacked Florent in Knockturn Alley. The air was hitting his face at high speeds. Muggles were looking into the back alleys thinking it was children on bicycles. "STUPIFY!" Florent yelled, his wand sending a jet of light at the man he was persuing. He repeted the spell, barely missing. He was rushing and couldn't get a clear shot. He was worried muggles would see him, but didn't care about the MInistry. He needed this darkie.

"Rentrer ici! Salir l'homme!" he yelled. He saw the darkie turn back, noticing the face. Etching it in his brain.

They flew through narrow alleys not meant for flying. Florent wasn't the greatest of flyers either, this was getting dangerous. The man he was chasing turned to the left sharply into the public. Florent knew better than this. He dismounted his broom and tried to hide it under his clock. He found himself outside of Le Coeur du Chat Noir. A known wizarding mob hangout.

Florent looked to the skies to see if anyone was flying. They werent. Whoever he was chasing must have went in here. Florent decided to enter, he wouldnt be able to capture the darkie while surrounded by scum, but he could wait. Perhaps ever talk to others and gather information.

Aria zoomed through the narrow streets, cursing herself mentally for allowing the wizard behind her to follow her and not being able to shake him. She had a hood, which obscured most of her face, pulled up. The streets were getting narrower, and there was no where to go but up in the sky, where she would be exposed. She couldn't lead him back to Hogwarts, nor to her home...She saw a cafe up ahead and sharpy veered towards it, having about a minutes gain on the man.

She entered the cafe, grabbed a nearby teacup and quickly and quietly whispered 'Portus', turning it into a portkey to her office in Hogwarts. She then stuck it onto th broom with a charm and sent it away, looking around to make sure no one had noticed. Then, hurrying, she walked towards a table in the back and middle, hiding in plain sight, not trying to look shady in a corner, and as she walked, swished her wand over her robes, changing them from black to a royal blue and vanishing the hood.

She had taken her seat and had begun to study the menu, as if she had been there for awhile, waiting for a waiter to come by.

Florent entered the cafe, it was darker than he had remembered. His cloak was tight around him, his hood half up. Sitting near the entrance he ordered a drink and began to scan the room. His mind was elsewhere now. He didn't care about the darkie he was chasing. Florent's state of mind was that he would get other chances, the NDE and their supporters oftened made mistakes. Not the higher up wizards, but the lakeys.

Florent eased into his chair watching the door, hoping he would recognize somebody and they would join him for a drink. Not just dark wizards ate here, so he was looking for anybody.

Aria glanced around casually and noticed the man chasing her enter the cafe. A waiter appeared and she ordered a small French Vanilla coffee and a scone. Then she leaned back, waiting to see what would happen next.

Florent stood up, looked around. He decided nothing exciting would happen today. It seemed his time was being wasted. Perhaps he would find somebody outside. However he sat back down when his drink came. He sipped it, looking around. One thing he hated was wasted time.

Finishing his drink, he left the cafe. Whoever he was chasing wasn't worth a wasted afternoon. There were stonger dark wizards out there thta Florent needed to attend to.

Simling Aria stood up and followed the man outside. She had gotten away clean. She added a hood to her cloak, raised it, then send a cruciatus curse at the man's back before apparating home.