Xaviers!

Basil hadn't told Chase where they were going, but it was a two hour ride filled with a lot of Depeche Mode.

They ended up in a parking lot a some sort of sports park, Basil grabbing his manbag from the backseat.

"Well at least I have a clue now," Chase remarked as he looked out at their destination. "A soc... football thing maybe?"

"Something like that." He replied vaguely.

Two children ran by them in brightly coloured robes, one in red and yellow and the other in blue and bronze. They ran with broomsticks over their shoulders, their already exhausted looking parents calling after them to slow down.

Chase blinked. "... were those wizard robes?"

"Mmmaaaayyybbeeeee!" He replied as he pulled a familiar yellow and grey scarf from his bag to throw around his neck.

"Really?" he said about the scarf before his brain told him to be more excited. "Is this some kind of convention or something?"

No. Maybe.

I've never been to a con?" He said, sounding confused.

"Anywho! You'll find out soon. Come on mate!"

Basil lead the way, taking tickets from his breast pocket.

More and more people were convening into the park, and Basil passed the ticket to a taker before leading Chase in.

There were hundreds to thousands more Potterheads inside, as well as two teams clad in their own colours warming up on the field. The scoreboard said "Wimbourne" and "Tutshill". Both scores still at zero.

All players had short poles in their hands, though some had bats too.

As they shuffled through the crowd, Chase' s ninja senses clue him into a vaguely familiar Ravenclaw. He can't pin how he knows her however.

Chased gaped at the spectacle. "Holy crap! This is actually sort of a thing?!"

His excited expression suddenly froze into one of wary concentration as he tried to place the Ravenclaw.

She was Asian, but whoever she was behind those Spectrespecs and that bronze and blue scarf, she wasn't registering as a threat in Chase's mind, or like someone he remembered from darker times in his life but couldn't place. And she definitely wasn't carrying herself like a member of the Black Lotus. A member of the Black Lotus would probably blend in slightly better.

Someone from around Maldon perhaps?

Basil didn't catch on. He thought maybe Chase had spotted a 'fancy bird'.

"Yes!" He exclaimed. " I mean, it is now. Only sport besides Ladies Roller Derby I care to follow even a little bit."

"I'll... be right back..." he said distractedly.

As if mesmerized by the possibility that he knew this person somehow, he began smoothly pushing his way through the crowd in her direction.

She didn't seem to see him, and shuffled her way through the crowds to find a seat in an opposite direction from which Chase was coming.

She was still within visual range however. She made herself comfortable, sitting alone.

Chase cautiously approached but stayed a few feet back and didn't sit down, trying and probably failing to not look like a creepy stalker.

"Excuse me, but... have we met somewhere?"

"Go away Chase Delacroix. You are blowing my cover."

"Your... what?" he blinked.

"Waiiit... Chisaki?" he whispered disappointedly.

"Everything is fine and your friend is in no immediate danger, but if you want him to continue to stay that way, you need to walk away right now and forgot that you saw me here. Do not mention it to anyone else, especially Benson-sama.

Go enjoy your game, I am not here."