It was one in the morning when he came. His limp and bony figure always makes him look like a fuckin' creeper but he's the best at what he does, so I can't complain…much. It was the usual, dress decent, get into the car, be driven to a random location that the boss is at, and get my new assignment. This time it was an abandoned mansion.
"What took you so long?" the boss asked as I entered the study. It had sheets over most of the furniture, except the desk, two chairs in front of the fireplace, and the mini bar. The desk had a stack of parchment, a few quills, a bottle of ink, and a black shade lamp. The boss sat in the swirly chair behind the desk. There was a small fire in the fireplace that showed the two red plush chairs, a table was in between them to put our drinks on.
"Um…traffic?" I said/asked as I helped myself to a bottle of Vodka and sat down.
"There isn't traffic at 2:30 in the morning Gigi," he said, I'm pretty sure he rolled his eyes as he did.
"Oh…riiight, well it IS 2:30 in the morning," I said, taking a swig, "Sooo what's up?"
"The triwizard tournament is this year, I want you to keep a closer eye on Potter."
"Um…why?" I ask, starting to down the bottle.
"Because I said so," he said turning toward me. I blankly stare at him for a minute then say,
"Sounds good to me," I say, standing up, "I'll just 'double the surveillance' I have on him…"
"I sense sarcasm in your voice," he says, handing me a bag of money for expenses.
"Well it's kinda hard to watch him, because we aren't in the same year or house," I say taking the bag and start counting it. "But I do have some…contacts…"
"And just who are your contacts?" he says, interrupting me, bastard.
"Um…a few of the Weasleys and the Gryffindors in the same year as Potter…?" I say/ask.
"I see, very well," he says. "What of the two that are 'best friends' with him?"
"You mean Ronald and Hermione?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
"Yes smart-ass," he replies, "What of them?"
"Um…I'll get right on it as soon as school starts," I say. "Promise." I put on a face cracking smile.
"Good," he says. I swear he should get a cat and be like those villains on muggle TV, petting their cats and telling viewers their evil plans.
"Sooo, can I go?" I ask. "I'm tired" and it's 3:00 IN THE FUCKING MORNING! SOME OF US HAVE LIFES! I start another bottle.
"Yes," he says turning back around, "And remember, no one must know that you're working for me."
"Yeah sure whatever, I've been doing this for five years now…" I saying starting to leave the study. He needs a life for fucks sake; being obsessed with a kid can't be healthy for him, especially a boy.
"Good day Gigi," the boss says as we make our way to the stairs.
"Good day Boss," I say as I yawn and walk to the car. Merlin, I'm tired. I sure hope Alexander doesn't wake up before I get home. Honestly, who wakes up at 5:00 in the morning just to get the good food for breakfast when Mindy doesn't start cooking till 6:30. Poor Mindy, Alexander is sooo picky about his food and he justifies himself by saying she's a house-elf. We're related, but you don't see me making fun of people and flaunting our family's money, power, and blood-purity, unlike my betrothed. I shiver at the thought of marrying that bastard. I really hope he forgets to come over today…
