The fog was worrisome. Already the Hogsmeade Howlers were having to adjust schedules and players were struggling to make it to games. Luckily it hadn't affected Puddlmere yet although with news that the fog had begun to develop in Wellingtonshire Rufus figured it was only a matter of time. Inevitably the fog would reach the rest of Hogsmeade as it didn't seem as if it would be dissipating any time soon as each new piece of news to reach him only seemed to tell of its crawl forward. There was talk on the team that if it got any closer to the players that lived in Hogsmeade they'd need to figure something out.

Seeing as the rest of the Bixbys lived closer to the end of the affected town Rufus was taking his day off to head their direction. He had been walking along well enough when he turned a corner and found a dense wall of fog. That was going to be a problem. Rufus thought he was doing a rather good job navigating through the fog when something walked solidly into his back. He heard rustling and a cry as the person hit the ground. Merlin's beard this was madness! He spun around squinting into fog squatting down to see who it might have been. He could just make out the features of Miss Lockhart before him. "Miss Lockhart! Are you alright?" Concern coated his tone and he held out a hand to help her stand.