Owen and Lottie were the last Beauregards at home, and while it was strange for the mere fact there used to be six of them there all of the time, ever since Elsie had gotten married, the house was extra quiet. Not to mention he felt like his mother was always looking at him like he should find something to do.

When quidditch was in session, he had plenty to do to keep him busy, but as that was not the case at present, he was left to his own devices. He wasn't a member of any of the local clubs, but he did have friends in town, and he was free to come and go at most them as his mates were either in similar positions or had a day off here and there where they could hit the pub and visit. His chaperoning duties to Lottie were minimal at best, as he was not the best at it and their housekeeper or a maid could also be employed for such excursions, Owen found himself with a lot of free time on his hands.

Which had led him to the Broomsticks to have a pint with a friend, before he was due to pick up an order of new quidditch gear at the Quality Quidditch. He was between the two when a piercing shriek echoed across the High Street and he suddenly found himself with an armful of dress and young lady. "Miss Dashwood, we have to stop meeting like this." He chuckled as he did his best to steady her, while already searching for the aforementioned snake's whereabouts. "Under or in your skirts?" The former would be easy to handle, the latter, well, that would be tricky.