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[VINCENT JACOB DORÉE]

Sure, Madam Puddifoot's wasn't the most masculine place to go for a Hogsmeade weekend trip, but Vincent's coffee addiction was driving him insane. And...Madam Puddifoot's made some pretty good coffee, in Vincent's opinion. Sure, he could have gotten the coffee from The Three Broomsticks, but...well...just imagine drinking dirt. Plus, he knew the owner, Abigail O'Malley through Remus, his mentor. She was hilariously insane.

Speaking of Abigail, she came out from behind the counter, singing,"Discount daaaay, discount daaay. With a freeee doughnuuuut compliments of the hooouuuuse." It made Vincent smile to see such insanity thrown about so freely. He was surprised, though, to see her dancing towards him in her maroon gown with a green box and a doughnut on a plate in her hand. "Give this to Remus, will you Vincent, dear?" she said, lightly patting him on the back,"You'll most likely see him before I do. You know how he loves his Earl Gray tea!"

Vincent laughed and nodded as he took the box and watched as Abigail danced away again, saying in a singsong voice,"Oh, Roooobyyyyn!" which was the name of her niece that was staying with her. He took the chocolate doughnut that she had rested on his table and took a large bite out of it. Vincent wasn't sure if Abigail made it or not, but whoever did definitely knew how to bake.

He wasn't exactly scared to be back in Hogsmeade, but he was certainly on edge. Vincent felt fine in Madam Puddifoot's because there was an Order member running things, but he felt nervous walking around outside by himself. The last time he was in the little town by himself, he got attacked by a group that was either an anti-werewolf group or...well...something a little more dangerous.

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

* all the world's a stage,

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They. Were. EVERYWHERE! Honestly, Harry was starting to think that they had some type of tracking device planted on his person that he was currently unaware of. It really wouldn't surprise him really, but Hermione was constantly telling him and Ron that Muggle Electronic devices wouldn't work anywhere around Hogwarts. Something about to much Magic in the air. But still, if they managed to magic something and track him with it, then whats to say that he didn't have a tracking device on him? Because if there weren't any devices, then that meant his fan club had memorized his schedules and had look outs posted around every corner in and around Hogwarts looking out for him; and that was just plain creepy to think about. Harry was positive that would have rather faced a hundred Dementors again than face his Fan Club. Girls were just plain terrifying.

He probably shouldn't be out walking along either. But that was something that was completely out of his control. Normally, you could have easily found him with Ron or Hermione on their Hogsmeade Trips, or on the off occasion when he wasn't with them (like the present moment) with some other trusted student that wouldn't jump him the minute they were able. But all of Harry's close friends were currently either unable to attend, busy with something else, or out with someone else. He shook his head; his dark, untameable hair laying rather flat due to the melted snow. A freezing drop ran down in neck, causing him to shiver slightly. He probably should have worn a hat... To bad he hadn't thought of that earlier. Oh well, it was only for a few hours... He could deal with it.

He wondered aimlessly around the Wizarding Village. The Three Broomsticks were having one of their 'no under-aged wizards allowed in' days, which left Harry with no chance to go and warm himself up with Butterbeer. And the only other place that Harry knew of was the small little cafe that he had visited once with Cho last year. It certainly wasn't his type of place, and walking in there alone was a sure sign that just asked for trouble... but Harry was cold, and he really needed something to warm him up. Casting a quick look around, he saw that his fan club was no where in sight. He shoved his hands in his pockets, making it look as if he were trying to warm them, but was really double checking that his wand and Invisibility Cloak were there. You couldn't be to cautious, not in these dark times. Seeing the small cafe, Harry sped up, opening the door and walking in, shivering slightly from the change from the chilly, winter air outside to the cozy warm temperature inside. He cast a quick glance around before heading towards an empty seat along the wall. He could have taken one of the closer ones by the window, but he could already hear Mad-Eye Moody yelling at him for making himself an even bigger target.

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[VINCENT JACOB DORÉE]

Vincent tapped his fingers on the box of Early Gray tea that Abigail had given him for Remus. It was a song that his father taught him when he was ten years old, after he'd been playing the guitar for about four years. The song was by a group so popular that even some wizarding folk liked them. They were mostly popular in the 60s and they were called The Beatles. The song had been stuck in his head for over a week now. Kind of ironic really...a song that was rumored to be about parents separating and he had it stuck in his head.

He sighed and took a sip of his coffee, trying his best to not think about the song, or what it was reminding him of. "Mmm. That's good coffee," he said, looking down at the cup in satisfaction. Yeah...he was addicted. Vincent took a glance around the shop at all the decorations. Most people were really glad when the shop passed from Madam Puddifoot to Abigail O'Malley. When Madam Puddifoot was in charge, the place was constantly covered in pink, lace, hearts and things of the like. With Abigail owning the shop, things decorating it were less girly and more just...odd. Things that reminded her of her days in the troupe, random little nicknacks that may or may not look creep, several dolls were scattered about the place. It definitely made it unique...just like its owner.

Vincent laughed, almost choking on his next sip of coffee when he saw what Abigail was doing behind the counter. She had her elbows pulled in to her sides and her hands were flopping around up towards her shoulders. Her head was rolling around to an invisible tune and she was rolling back and forth on her feet as if she were a rocking horse.

He continued to laugh at the strange tea shop owner, ignoring all the funny looks that he was sure he was getting. Vincent stopped for a moment when he saw Harry Potter quickly walk past him and head for a seat at the very back of the shop. Shrugging, he gathered up his things and headed for the empty seat that was across from Harry. "Hey, man," he said, greeting the other Gryffindor,"Mind if I join?"

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

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Harry had only been in this particular cafe once before. It had only been last year on his disastrous date with Cho Chang. He still saw her every now and then in the corridors, and it couldn't be any more obvious that she still tried to catch his eye whenever they were in the same area together. Of course, Harry always either pretended not to notice or looked the other way. Did he still have feelings for her? Possibly. He did feel a bit guilty at how he had ended the relationship the previous year. But whenever he thought about how and why it ended, he was always angry with her. How could she even think that he had any romantic feelings towards Hermione? Anyone could have told... ANYONE that they were only friends. Cho's accusations of him cheating on her with Hermione (which he felt NOTHING for except a brotherly love) was completely off the wall. Plus on hindsight, Harry really could do without the constant waterworks.

Now that he was seated, he took a good look around the place. It was... different. He vaguely remember reading in the Daily Prophet that the place had been passed in ownership. And, as Harry looked around, it was quite obvious that this owner was just a bit.... different. The laces that had once covered the place were gone, and it didn't look like a hang out for couples only. Harry had to admit, the place was quite nice. A bit more relaxing in his opinion, even if there were strange looking dolls around the place (okay, so the dolls freaked him out just a bit...). He had no idea who the new owner was... Just some lady named Abigail O'Malley. The name rung a bell, and Harry had the distinctive opinion that he was supposed to know who she was; but for the life of him, he couldn't place where.

Harry shifted in his seat slightly, making sure that his wand was in easy reach in case he needed it. Hermione would just tell him that he was being paranoid and that he was completely safe with the amount of Auror's on patrol in and around Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, but he couldn't shake the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. And his gut feeling had never failed him before. He looked up slightly as a slight shadow fell on his table, his emerald green eyes landing on one of his fellow Gryffindor's. A small smile appeared on his features, a small wave of relief washing over him, although he didn't allow that to show. “Hey Vince. No, not at all.” he said, nodding to the seat directly across from him. “How've you been? Seems like we hardly see each other.” he said, his small smile still on his features.

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[VINCENT JACOB DORÉE]

"Thanks," said Vincent, dropping his bag to the floor and taking a seat across the table from Harry. He carefully set his coffee, what was rest of his doughnut and the box of Earl Gray tea on the table, to the side of him. How was he? Well, the full moon was coming up in the next few days, so needless to say, he was terribly sore and in a lot of pain, but he was doing his best to not show it. He was probably failing, though. "Oh...you know," he said, wincing as he stretched his legs out for a moment. "Oh, sorry, he said automatically retreating his long legs when he realized that he was forcing them into Harry's leg area. "Ah, can't complain, I guess," he said, shrugging slightly and wincing as he did so.

"Yeah, I guess we're both keeping pretty busy. How've you been? How's the Quidditch going?" he asked before taking another sip of his coffee. Vincent was Quidditch stupid, so he really probably wouldn't know what Harry was talking about, but hey, it was a conversation starter. Then, of course, Vincent had been kept busy with all of his meetings with Remus Lupin. They really just talked the whole time they were together, but it really seemed to be helping Vincent to have someone that was the same as him.

Their conversation was interrupted by Miss Abigail O'Malley coming over to their table. "Hello, boooys! D'y-...Vincent, how did you get over here?" she asked, pausing as the looked back to where Vincent was previously sitting.

"Ha, I just moved so I could sit with-," he started to say, motioning to Harry, before he was interrupted again.

"Oh, my my!" she said, looking at Harry. "Is this your friend?" she asked Vincent.

"Ah...yeah," he said, looking around. "I'm kinda surprised you don't know him. This is Harry Potter," he said, lowering his voice slightly, not wanting to draw any attention to the famous boy.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you, Henry!" she said, patting Harry on the shoulder,''Did you get your complimentary doughnut, dear?" She rested one in front of Harry, just in case.

Vincent rolled his eyes and laughed slightly. "No, Abby, it's Harry," he said, still in the quiet voice.

"Yes, yes, well you boys let me know if you need anything. And I mean anything!" she said, slapping her hand on the table at the last word. "Would you like some more tea, dear?" she said, turning to another table.

Vincent turned, laughing at Harry. Abigail was so oblivious to a so many things. She was really lucky that she had her niece living with her to keep her updated on things.

'So-" started Vincent, but he stopped when he realized that there were two men across the room that were staring at him. Then a few tables down from them were two men that were even more suspicious looking, that seemed to be staring down Harry.

Vincent carefully leaned forward and whispered,"Hey, man...were you followed here, by chance?" he asked quietly.

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

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Harry nodded his head slightly. He enjoyed Vincent’s company. It probably had something to do with the fact that the other Gryffindor had never once treated him as if he were something special. He had always been Just Harry to the other boy, and Harry was grateful for that. He didn’t feel special (only Lucky) and he didn’t like the entire world acting as if he were the King of England. He moved his legs instinctively back towards himself, feeling Vincent stretch underneath the table. “No problem.” He said to him. He was well aware of the pains that came around the Full Moon. He had witnessed it first hand with Professor Lupin in his third year, and after learning his secret and becoming closer with his father’s old friend. He nodded his head slightly. “No point in complaining really.” Harry said with a sigh. Complaining wouldn’t help either of their situations.

A small grimace appeared on his features. How was Quidditch coming… “To be honest, I’m not the best Captain Gryffindor’s had. So far so good… but Ron needs to work on his confidence issues. He’s got what it takes to be an excellent Keeper… but he’s too worried about everyone else. Ginny’s been a big help… I wouldn’t be able to get the team going if it weren’t for her.” He said. A small smile appeared on his face as he thought of the youngest Weasley. She was a tough girl, and he could only assume it was because she grew up the only girl in a house full of boys. He was dragged out of his thoughts by the new owner of the café coming up to his table. He blinked, even up close, she looked vaguely familiar to him. He couldn’t place where… although he had a feeling he may have seen her at an Order meeting. It was very well possible. Harry had no idea who was all in the Order, and he had a feeling Dumbledore didn’t want him to know. He knew he was still being followed by Order Members. Merlin, even the Ministry had its Auror’s tracking him, although they weren’t doing a good job of it.

Harry blinked, stunned into silence by the actions of the young café owner. He blinked rather dumbly up at her as she patted him on the shoulder, calling him Henry. If Harry were to be going off of appearances alone, he would have genuinely thought that the young lady had a few screws loose and was just not paying attention. But a few screws loose or not… Harry wasn’t able to tell if she was just putting on a show or really meant it. Either way, it brought a smile to the young man’s features, causing him to snort slightly with mirth. He soon found himself laughing alongside Vincent, mentally deciding that he liked this lady.

However his laughter was caught off short by the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He tensed slightly, green eyes flickering around the café as much as possible without moving his head too much. He had that feeling as if he were being watched… And even though that was a common feeling nowadays, this time it felt different. Usually when he got the feeling, it was an Order member nearby. But Harry had learned to just push that feeling to the back of his mind and ignore it. But there was something different about this feeling. A twisting sensation in his gut. It had presented itself earlier just before Vincent had sat down at the table with him, but now it was back tenfold; almost to the point that Harry felt he was suffocating under it.

He swallowed slightly, licking his lips as his right hand casually slipped off the table and into his pocket, gripping his wand tightly. “To be honest, I’m being followed everywhere I go. The Order’s got members following me even inside the school… and then there are the Auror’s the Ministry has posted in and around Hogwarts and Hogsmeade.” He confused to the other boy. His green eyes turned from the four suspicious looking men to Vincent. “Whether or not those men are friendly or not I’m not sure… But apparently I’m not the only one they’re after.” He said. Two of those guys were definitely looking at Vincent and not him.

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