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Alastair's eyes flicked down to where the older man's hand was resting at his side. Questioning in his mind whether it was a wand or a gun he was reaching for. Either way he kept his hand near his own gun, ready to pull it out should the other become a danger to the oblivious people. With his hand in place he took a seat at the counter and motioned for a girl over so that he could order a sandwich and glass of water. Once done he turned his attention back to the older man. Still wondering what sort of person he was dealing with but not wanting to reveal more information than he absolutely had to in order to find out. In the perfect scenario Alastair would just brush the man off to throw off any sort of suspicion, but with his son lingering out of his sight he thought it best to keep the possible enemy engaged.

One couldn't be to careful in this world anymore.

"I can't say I agree with you, sir. I think London would better off if that old hovel stayed closed. Nothing good can come of that sort of place." It sounded pointed enough. He offered the other man a smile and nodded his head once, not reacting at the other sat down beside him. His hand was still beside his gun. There was nothing else he could do to be better prepared. "From what I've heard it's the alley everyone is interested in. But who knows, what with all the strange going ons these days." Alastair offered the young girl a smile as she slipped his sandwich and glass in front of him, passing over a tenner in return.

Ever since Alastair took up arms with the other muggles that knew of the magical world, he thought they should have become more a team. It was all well and dandy to call themselves a group but none of that would matter if they didn't trust each other to have their backs. Not to mention how would they cover someone's weak spot if they never bothered to learn what it was.

So with that in mind he'd taken upon himself to create a situation where they could all get to know one another. He'd taken out his old grill and waited till the weather was going to turn warm before sending out all the invites to the hunters he knew about adding a small "guests welcome" at the bottom of the paper. Nothing fancy about it, but better than if he'd just sent text messages. There was something always satisfying about sending physical letters.

Alastair had woken up the morning of his BBQ to a shining sun and the promise of the weather reaching low 70s (F). The older man gave a soft smile and immediately went to work setting up his back yard, sending his son off to see friends. Outside he'd set up a table along with his grill, the other food sitting in the fridge where he'd made it last night.

The Boggsworth's house was a fairly unremarkable two story brickwork cottage sitting on enough land that they could practice their shooting and no one would be the wiser. Down a knoll was a row of targets at varying heights and distances for bow and knife practice. They'd have to go further in order to shoot guns.

Alastair was flipping burgers on the grill on his stone patio behind his house in a dark blue jumper and jeans when a deep bark drew his attention to the drive. Already two of his dogs (Frank and Lola) were sitting at alert beside the table he'd set up, and Kali was already standing at the gate before he'd done so much as set down a spatula. Alastair brushed his hands against his jumper and followed his dogs around the house to the gate, letting out one sharp whistle through his teeth to tell them to sit, and waved to whichever hunter had shown up first.

((I didn't know what to do.... So it's crazy short...))

Ever since his wife died, Alastair had become more wary of those in the magical community. Less likely to trust that they had good intentions, less willing to let his son wander about without him there to supervise. But of course there were limits to what a muggle was able to do without being killed. So Alastair submitted himself to leaning against the shop nearest the pub his son went into. He watched as the rest of the world just swirled by in a mess of laughter and shopping bags, none of them so much as looking at the pub that doesn't exist to them. He stood off to the side of the building, prepared to settle in for the long haul without anything to do but people watch.



Another two hours went by before he managed to glance between the building he shouldn’t be aware of and his watch. He knew his son would probably be far too many hours until he was done. Alastair resisted the urge to sigh as he turned and walked down the street to the small cafe, setting up so he could still keep an eye on the Leaky Cauldron. Anyone who might have been watching the muggle man would have been suspicious at this point, but Alastair wasn’t so worried about any of them. The likelihood of being attacked in muggle London was small. His son was going through more risk right now.