Liselotte ran a hand through her blonde curls. School was already tiring, and only a few students actually took her class! She couldn't imagine what it would be like to have loads of students in her class. She shook her head just at the thought and settled down into a barstool in the un-familiar Britain. She stared around edgily, and noted that people referred to it as 'The Leaky Cauldron'. It was rather dingy, but she was here to spy and spy she would. She preferred to spy than attack, even though it made her feel guilty to eavesdrop. Liselotte rested her head on her hands, her elbows propping them up against the bar. She watched as the barman sidled over to her and smiled warmly at him.

"I'll just have a water, please," she spoke in a very sweet voice that made her seem very gullible - and though she was rather gullible, not too a stupid point. He nodded and smiled back at her, though his brow furrowed at her German accent. He returned a moment later with her water - free, as she expected - and walked off again to chat up some girls. Liselotte sat herself up straight and picked up the glass, drinking half and listening around. The conversation was dull, and she sighed resentfully. She wished she could go visit Annika with her nanny, but she had to stay on duty. She didn't really think she'd hear anything interesting though, so she finished off her glass and continued along to a club.

She'd never been clubbing before, and found that the thudding of the bass hurt her ears. However, here, she could sit and watch everyone dance instead of being bored in some creepy pub. She ordered another glass of water - this guy just raised his eyebrows - and watched people grind against each other. Next to her, she heard someone mention 'The Order', but they then lowered their voice as they saw her eyes flicker to them.

Adonis stepped into the nightclub, his favourite one at the moment for chatting up drunk young witches. They all seemed so gullible here, it was actually quite funny. There would occasionally be reporters but the bouncers never let them inside - another reason Donnie loved this place.

The pumping sound of the music pounded Donnie's ears, but being a musician he was used to it. Walking along further, he winked at some fresh-out-of-Hogwarts girls who were sitting at the bar staring at him with wide eyes. They giggled and turned away, one in particular blushing bright red.

Donnie sauntered onto the outskirts of the dance floor, where one of the barely-clad gogo dancers sidled up to him. He looked at her sideways, then decided she wasn't worth it and moved to the bar.

A bouncy head of blonde curls caught his attention and Adon made a very subtle, casual beeline towards her. If you were observing him closely enough, you'd probably think he was some sort of animal eyeing up his prey. Don preferred to think he was more of a knight in shining armour, saving these girls from their loneliness. He grinned as he reached the pretty blonde lady.

"Hey there, cute stuff," he said over the thumping noise. "What's a pretty young lady like you doing here all alone?"

Liselotte brushed her hair away from her face and sighed heavily. She finished off her water and got another one. The barman rolled his eyes at her again and she stuck her tongue out at him. She took another sip of her water and frowned un-happily. "This is stupid," she mumbled to herself. If it wasn't for the fact that she adored Roxie as if she were her sister, she'd want to go and demand that Roxie give her better places to go spy - like in Hogwarts or something. But, she trusted Roxie's judgement.

Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted and she turned her head slightly to acknowledge the new presence. Her smile faltered slightly as she locked eyes with him and her eyes flicked down then up once more. A light blush appeared on her cheeks. He was absolutely the most handsome man she'd ever known, and as her eyes swept the room she noted she wasn't the only one that thought that. Some young looking girls were pointing and whispering at him. "H-Hello," she said shyly, ducking her head slightly so that a few locks of hair fell in front of her face. "Just en-enjoying the music." She responded.

A smirk graced Donnie's face as a blush tinted the cheeks of the girl before him. She really was incredibly cute, in a pretty, innocent kind of way. But none the less, really attractive. A few of her curls fell in her eyes and Don had the impulsive urge to move them behind her ear. Reaching out a finger, he did so. Adon flicked his hair away from his face and pulled up a stool, sitting next to her, smiling.

Adonis didn't order anything. He noted a glass of cold water in her slim hand, and decided he didn't want to come off as an alcoholic. "That seems a bit of a small task for a place like this," Donnie said, an eyebrow raised. Somehow, he didn't think that was the entire reason.

"Adonis," Donnie stuck out his hand, remembering his manners. "And you are?"

Liselotte's eyes zoned in on his hand as it approached her and a thousand idea's flickered through her head. If the move was threatening, she could easily slam him against the bar and pull his arm at the right angle to make it painful enough - and so that when he struggles, it hurts even more. But, it seemed he just wanted to brush her hair out of her face and she felt a smile battle its way onto her lips. She bit down hard on her lower lip as her cheeks continued to tinge pink and go a few shades darker, even.

"Um, yes, well, urm," Liselotte feigned a gullible little girl - which she was at times - and looked around as if she found the words hard to say. "I'm actually looking... for someone to talk too... erm, I thought this would be.... the easiest.... place.... I don't have any friends, see," she lied easily.

Liselotte took his hand and shook it gently. "Genevieve Noragehlen," she introduced herself.

Donnie smiled. This girl was adorable. "Genevieve, huh? Don't meet many of them around here. Sure that's your real name?" Donnie asked, knowing full well how many girls hid their real names at clubs. "You don't look like a Gen to me." Don smiled.

Suddenly, he was itching for a dance. "How about we multitask; feel like a dance, beautiful?" Donnie stood up and extended his hand.

Liselotte smiled warmly at him, her eyes widening slightly to show innocence and confusion at him doubting her. She giggled lightly and pointed at herself. "I'm German," she said. It would seem like an answer to her question, but was actually just her stating a random fact.

Liselotte blushed bright red as he called her beautiful and took his hand, standing up and nodding her head eagerly. "Sure!" She exclaimed. It didn't seem like her spying duties were going to achieve anything tonight, so she might as well enjoy herself.

"Ooh, risk-taker too," Donnie said, waggling his eyebrows. "You have some nerve to come into a British bar right in the middle of a war." Her big doe eyes and charming smile had his heart burning. She was amazing.

Donnie grabbed her small hand and led 'Genevieve' out on to the dance floor. The song was upbeat and moving. He grinned as he spun her under his arm. "So, do you like music?"

Liselotte fake-blushed as he called her risk-taker. Risk-taker indeed, Liz knew she was. Risky, fraternising with the enemy when he was so dangerously handsome that he could easily pull information from her if he tried. She smiled at him, looking up at him through her lashes. "Oh, I forget about the war sometimes. I just like to come to Britain sometimes, the bars here are much more interesting than in Germany." She nodded her head.

A jolt of warmth attacked Liselotte as he grabbed her hand, taking the smallness into his own large, sturdy, calloused hands. Musician's hands, she noted. The song seemed like something fun to dance too, and so she eagerly followed him onto the floor. A huge smile had swept across her face. "Like music? I love it!" She exclaimed.

Don's grin grew wider and wider with each passing moment he spent with the lovely lady in front of him. He toned it down a bit and thoughtfully bobbed his head to one side. "Eh, I've never been to Germany, but I guess we get all the alcohol." He grinned again.

The lights flashed over them again and illuminated Genevieve's features: Her blonde curls, bobbing with the music; her eyes, smoky blue, alive and dancing; her cheeks that were covered with the slightest flush; her lips pulled wide in a beautiful smile. Donnie felt a little light-headed, but he didn't want to stop.

He leaned in close, and whispered huskily, "I don't just love it - I live it, baby."

Liselotte's cheeks were darkening rapidly as his grin grew, and she felt self-conscious with her every movement. Why was this dashingly handsome, charming, witty young man with charisma and just... everything going on for him, talking to her? She was plain with curly blonde hair and a dull look about her. She'd never done anything wild (or so everyone thought) and preferred water to alcohol. She giggled at his words. "Germany's alright, but I guess i've been there, done that, so I don't find it that exciting to be there." She smiled.

Liselotte giggled and saw a strange look in his eye as the lights passed over them once more. The song was fun, and she noticed the way his body seemed to naturally move with the music. What she would give to be able to feel the beat like he did... Liselotte shook her head, and smiled up at him shyly. She swayed slightly to the music and listened to the english lyrics which took a while to translate in her head. Casual conversation was easy, but they spoke so fast in songs and it was hard to separate one word from the other. Eventually, she gave up trying.

Her heart literally skipped a beat in her chest as he leant in close to her, and she gulped around a lump in her throat. Her breath stopped and she felt herself freeze up at the proximity, and the tone his whisper had taken on. "I n-n-noticed," she squeaked out, a wild blush on her cheeks.