Teddy Lupin ducked underneath some thorn bushes and kept crouched. Dark black clouds rolled over the sun-less –sky, and the cold was numbing. It bit and seeped through Teddy's sweater, something that should have sent him running home- back to his grandmother and a nice cup of hot chocolate. But the trouble with the metamorphagus boy was his feeling. He had lost feeling. Not only were his gloved hands numb, but so was his heart, and his head. There was a low buzzing sound ringing in his ears, making the entire scene spin. He wasn't entirely awake, but he definitely wasn't asleep. His head was drooping and his eyes were sliding closed, but in the inside the boy was rapt with attention. His ears were perked and alert, straining to hear the slightest movement. He was poised, ready to leap from his hiding place, wand drawn, and bellow some powerful spell. Even the thorns digging into Teddy did not seem to disturb him. He didn't even wince, his eyes glued to the people in the dim lamplight in the middle of a rainy street. Operation Hummingbird. Teddy grinned. It was the perfect scheme. Creeping forwards skillfully, desperate to get closer, he lay flat on his back as a person he was spying on whirled around and asked, "Did you hear that?"
Teddy breathed in sharply, letting it all out with a hiss through clenched teeth. He rolled behind an ugly looking pear tree and waited. "No- why? Did you hear something?" another voice asked. "No- maybe… I don't know… it was probably nothing…" the first voice, a young female one, said.
