[center][b]2nd December, 1999 - Luchino Cafe, Tottenham Court Road, London
Luther Cunningham[/b][/center]

Luther heard Big Ben chiming the midnight bells in the distance as he entered the cafe where he would soon be meeting a representative of the Ashes - who, he suspected, wouldn’t have any intentions of speaking to him on friendly terms. No, he would likely have a wand in his face immediately. What about the Muggles that are in here, however? Although most wizards aren’t likely to care about the Statute of Secrecy given the state of things, but Luther would rather avoid any breach of the wizarding world’s most important law where possible. But the key question is how? [i]Of course! I’ll just Confund them; if no Muggles are present, no Muggles will witness anything undesirable.[/i]

Luther drew his wand, and as the Muggles began to notice, he aimed at each one in turn and murmured, [i]”Confundo.”[/i]

One by one, the Muggles began to pass Luther, mumbling excuses as they do so. “Oh dear, I’m going to be late for work!” he heard the barista say as she rushed by, leaving the espresso maker running. Luther chuckled, and with a flick of his wand, a cup floated under the flowing stream, and with another flick he turned the machine off and drew the cup towards him. Luther took a sip as he sat down, and returned his wand to his pocket.

It was only midnight of course, and Luther had said for them to be there at three. He had a feeling, however, that they would come early, either to scope the place out first or to be waiting for me before I even arrive - [i]Hell, thats what [/i]I’d[i] do[/i] - so he probably wouldn’t be waiting three hours. Nevertheless, he would definitely be waiting for a while. [i]Good thing I have this coffee to keep me awake,[/i] he thought as he took another sip of his drink, and settled down in his booth for a long wait.