[h2]Elise Reed and Mary Winthrop[/h2]

(Mary's POV)

The morning of departure was filled with last minute realizations and some hilarious incidence. Once things had calmed down, Mary met up with Elise in Diagon Alley. The two started scouring the place for something that looked like it belonged and was out of place. It took some time, but they eventually found an old muggle book, it was worn and the title had been washed away in some accident involving tea or coffee. 

“Elise, I think this is it.” Mary held up the book, the spine of which flopped halfway down. 

“I think this is as well. Ah portkeys, a clever way to use trash and get to a new place without apperating. I can’t remember, have you used one before Mary?” Mary’s cousin, Elise, looked at the book.  

“No, is it like apperating?” Mary looked at the book like it was a dangerous item, and might bite her.

“It’s kinda like apperating, but less feeling like you’re being squeezed out of a tube of toothpaste.” Mary’s frown grew a bit. 

“Great.” She took a deep breath. “I am not looking forward to this.” Mary then looked around, “Who else is supposed to be meeting us here?”

“I don’t know. All I know is there were three spots we could go to meet up, but the choice was yours. There could be more than two of us, or it could be the two of us. I guess we’ll see as it gets closer to the time.” Elise looked around as well and then sighed. “I just hope Will isn’t joining us here… I know he’s on the trip as well.”

Mary nodded and looked at the book. “Okay, guess we just wait then.” She leaned against the wall to wait.