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Post by saras on Jan 21, 2010 16:23:04 GMT -5
Days roll into nights, which in turn converge back into the light of day. These events move on into a space of time uncomfortable to his sensitive eyes. He sighs as he pulls the large curtains closed over the double windows in his sleeping chamber. Why day comes so early is beyond him, but he knows there is business to complete this day. With a surge he moves to the side of the large bed, dismissing the woman laying nude on the black sheets. He moves past, and into another room adjutant to this one. His eyes crawl across the glass to touch the mirror and his own reflection looks haggard. He shakes his head and steps into the deep well of a shower, the cold water soon moves over his body, and he lets his worries of the previous night disappear in the few seconds it takes to soak through his skin. His dark eyes moves to the soap, and he washes.
Moments later sees the tall, well fit man, moving past the doorway to the rented apartment. He will never step foot in the building again, and it does not bother him in the least. He did not even know that woman's name. She was just another number in a long line of numbers. Another face in a crowd of faces used to forget. She did her job well, but it does not matter. He walks away without a blink of his eye as he moves through the rainy streets of London's underbelly.
Condensation moves from his parted lips as he walks past the curb and waits as a double bus moves down the street. His eyes follow the contraption with contempt as it is filled with muggles. The useless creatures obviously going about the days business not knowing what sort of snakes are in their midst. He snorts and moves to a darker alley. One look around proves that there is no one present, and he turns on the spot. A soft whoosh and a pop sends him away, and the same sounds bring him into a more familiar corner of the world. Here the snow is still touching the ground, and his eyes adjust quickly to the bright light. He sighs softly, and then moves from the new alley. Hogsmead is always the same, the place never changes, and soon he feared it would be filled with students trekking down from Hogwart's School. He wanted to beat the crowd so he picked up his pace.
The Hogshead was not far, and he wanted the meeting to be over with so he could get on with his day. He hated this place, much like he hated everyplace... it was not matter to him now. He had other things to think about, and time was growing short. Scott had business to attend to, and this meeting could prove to be most beneficial.
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