"Table is fine," Archer said. The boys picked out a table and sat down and opened menus to browse through them.
"I did have my hands full, didn't I?" Marcus laughed. He joined the boys at the table.
"What are you getting?" Archer asked Hugo.
"Cheeseburger. Chips. And looks like they have colas," Hugo said. "I'm starving."
"What are these things called Sliders?" Archer asked, pointing to an item on the menu.
"They're very small sandwiches. They come on small bread rolls," Marcus said.
"Oh, no way. I'd need about ten of those things," Archer replied. "Who thought of that ridiculousness? Must be an American thing."
"Actually, I think it might be," Marcus said. "There is a chain of burger places that supposedly first created the little tiny burgers. Quite honestly, the burgers themselves are actually quite foul. Nasty things. In fact, an American told me that the little burgers are called sliders because the original ones are such a greasy mess that the customers called them sliders."
"That just sounds disgusting."
"Those, at that place, truly are disgusting. Now, though, any little tiny sandwich that size is now referred to as a slider, though. The meaning now is about the size of the sandwich, not about the quality."
"I'll try to remember that. You must travel a lot."
"Yes, we both have," he replied, meaning Aria and himself.
A young waitress came over, and Marcus let the boys order and then he ordered a cornish pasty for himself and tea. "You should get something to eat. It's been a rather long day, and I don't know how busy we might be when we get back. It wouldn't hurt to tuck into something decent."
"By all means, do that," said a voice. Walking up to the table was Michael. He was dressed in dark trousers, a white button down that was open at the neck and a suit jacket. He looked at the waitress. "The tab is mine," he told her, sitting with them. "And tea for me, please."
"Yes, Sir," she replied. The boys were watching Michael, not knowing who he was.
"This is a friend of ours," Marcus told them. "This is Mr. Tremaine."
"Is he here to toss us in the nick?" Hugo asked.
"Not tonight," Michael said. "The Ministry thanks you boys for your help in this matter. We appreciate it. The reason we asked you to come here is because the people you got involved with are very dangerous and we do not want them to have any way to reach you or your families ever again."
"She told us she's gonna have more work for us," Archer sighed. "We're never gonna be able to get out."
"Actually, yes. You are, because we're going to see to it. She's not going to have more work for you because we're going to move you and your families away from Puddlemere and give you new names and a new start. She won't find you, any of you."
"What? Away from Puddlemere? All of us? Mums and Dads too?" Archer was confused.
"Yes. You'll all have entirely new identities, and she isn't going to be able to find any of you."
"Away from Puddlmere?" Archer looked at Hugo.
"Fine by me," Hugo said to Archer. "Puddlemere ain't ever done nothin' for me. I say good riddance to it." Archer thought a moment and nodded. Hugo was right.