Briskly walking amidst the masses, endlessly colliding with the oncoming wave of oblivious fools, a rather forgettable woman, with bland chestnut hair, roughly shoulder-length hair, appears to be the epitome of a chameleon. Acting as if she was any ordinary, disheveled person, internally she's systematically scanning for the possibility of her target roaming through the crowds, as unlikely as it is. Some would consider calling her attractive, even her attire stylish, but the sea of faces would cause her to fade away in it. Accidentally colliding into a passerby, she gives him a sincere smile, and fervently attempts to apologize, while the man blushes in embarrassment. Refocusing her thoughts again, the woman continues her endless scanning, seeking a eighteen year old, with uncontrollable raven hair, and stunning emerald eyes. 'Eyes quite like my own', she thinks in a distracted tone.

Staring out the window his dank, and quite frankly, cramped apartment, the scent of cheap liquor permeates through the air. Rubbing his hand against his thin layer of stubble, he's content with the soothing feeling of it. Reminiscing about his perplexing memories of past, he absently stops stroking his stubble, instead rubbing the back of his hair. Nonetheless, he's also incessantly tapping his finger against the helpless table. Abrupt knocking thrusts him from his thoughts, and emerald eyes patiently look ahead to the doorway. With a flick of his wrist, the door opens to find…nothing. Mentally sighing, his life is extinguished with the pull of a trigger, and his body falls forward

Calmly walking down the multiple flights of stairs, for anything else would draw suspicion, a rather forgettable woman, with dull blonde hair and piercing brown eyes, walks into the unforgiving cold of the night. Without even a glance thrown backwards, in her rush from the scene of the crime, she neglected to do something rather crucial, something that would prove fatal.

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Groaning in misery, a warm, moist feeling, settles upon his face, which is pressed against the splintered floorboards. Lifting himself up, his body is swaying back and forth. Annoyingly enough, an irritating ache has presented itself through his entire body, most likely from his extended hiatus from his body. Languidly moving his body into strange positions, an orchestra of cracking noises is emitted from his body.

After a moment of contemplation, Harry Potter decides to walk out the doorway of the apartment, slamming it shut on his way out.