[HP AU]

[mnt_raph]

"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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[mnt_raph]

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.

[interrogoiterum]

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.