[HP AU]

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"An' you're sure this is the right address?" Raph asks again, for what Mike thinks might be the millionth time.

"Yes, I'm sure Raph. For like the millionth times. I told you," the smaller boy says sighing. "I read the map. I followed Donnie's instructions to the letter. Just...be still, look tough, and try not talk so much. Your accent kind of a dead give away that we're tourists, okay?"

"Bite me, Mikey."

"You'd probably like that too much," he says with a waggle of his eyebrows as he presses the doorbell of the Montoya's East London home.

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It's a testament to Leo's level of self control that he doesn't laugh. He does, however, follow Don's instructions and takes the requisite number of steps forward.

As does Raph, though he grumbles at the order, sending a few crumbs of cracker flying from his mouth in the process.

There's a slight hum, and then a crack of magic as the shield springs to life.

"Thaaaaaat should do it," Mike proclaims with a wide grin. Don seems to agree, giving the area a once over with his spectrospecs on high.

"Detection Dampening is live and stable," he says flipping the goggle-like glasses upon on his head. "We're ready."

"Good," says Leo as he prods at the field. The touch sends a shimmer of silver light along the dome.

"If my..." Don starts, but Mike clears his throat to correct him. "If our calculations are correct, we should be able to piggy back you on the transport so long as we're all touching you and the portkey."

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Renee considers this, and finds it makes logical sense. She pops the last biscuit in her mouth and licks the salt off her fingers, before extending one had out to Leo.

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Leo looks from from her mouth to the hand she just licked and then back again. He just raises an eyebrow at Renee.

Raph, seeing Leo's discomfort, smirks.

"She doesn't have cooties, Leo. I know...I checked." OH Mike, you're so not helping. Of course, judging by his snicker, he's not really trying to.

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Renee rolls her eyes.

And in deference to Leo's discomfort, wipes her hand on her trouser leg.

That'll help, right?

"Not getting any earlier," she says.

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Resigned is really the best way to describe the expression that crosses his face. She's not wrong, and so Leo squares his shoulder and then takes her hand.

Raph claps him hard on the shoulder. Mike takes Leo's other hand, and Don? Well Don merely pats his brother on the top of the head.

"Are we ready?" Don asks before holding up the plastic bag that contained the portkey.

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"Ready."

Renee glances around at the brothers - her friends and the ones she barely knows, and nods.

"On three? One. Two..."

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Don tosses the bag up in such a way that the bottle of Coca-Cola inside comes flying out and up between all of them. On three the bottle is just within arms reach.

Don, Mike, and Raph all reach for the bottle at the same time.

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Renee is right with them, although she closes her eyes at the last second because portkeys are horrible ways to travel.

A moment later, she and all the boys find themselves jerked heavily to from Whitechapel to a different city all together.