A/N: Written for HSWW (Challenges and Assignments)
Around the World in Thirty One Days: 99. Lithuania - Spell: Lumos
Showtime: 21st Century Cure - (occupation) Thief
Restriction of the Month: (word) Harmless
Book Club: Mare Barrow: (word) lightning, (occupation) thief, (scenario) a storm
Word Count: 428
Bong…
The first strike hit his ear at the same time as the of lightnings crackling sharply; he had to make this quick.
Bong…
His black hair stuck to his neck. Sweat was wiped quickly from his brow; no mistake could be made. That meant even a drop of his sweat could ruin the entire thing.
Bong…
Quiet steps were made at a quick pace. The only sounds coming from the darkened hallway were the rain hitting the windows and thunder growling against the howling wind with lightning illuminating outside. He couldn't afford to make a noise.
Bong…
The hallway was simple and narrow; due to the darkness, nothing else could be determined with the lack of light. That was alright, as he had been in this place many times before; with the feeling of the cool wood along the wall underneath his fingertips, he knew he was going in the right direction.
Bong…
He gritted his teeth; he was running out of time. How he detested that clock; he would be sure to destroy it the next time he was invited here.
Bong...
Pale, long fingers felt a doorknob, and he grinned. He twisted the knob, finding it unlocked just as he expected. Pushing the door open, he moved swiftly into the dark room.
Bong…
"Lumos." His wand lit up, and he moved around in the room quickly. Everything was as it always was when he was invited into the room for drinks; books were on the shelf orderly and papers were scattered on the desk.
Bong…
He cursed under his breath; he had to work fast. Moving his wand close to him so the light wouldn't cause a shadow, he drifted behind the desk and opened the drawers.
Bong…
The sound of papers shifting and brushing against each other muffled the storm happening outside. He knew what he was looking for was in there; he just had to find it.
Bong…
He found it. The small object that was seemingly harmless and causing such a fuss was finally in his grasp. The small chain it hung onto was wrapped around his wrist, and he was careful not to turn it and shift through time.
Bong…
Closing his fist around the Time Turner, he closed the drawer and left the room quickly. "Nox." His tall, burly figure hid within the shadows once more, retracing his steps back to the entrance in which he arrived through.
Bong...
The last bell struck against the clock, and Antonin was out of sight; the storm was his only witness to the crime.