Here's the next chappy for you people :3 Nobody probably is reading this anyway, but I like I like to pretend that people are reading this because I'm just the best writer ever. (Just kidding, I suck, but enjoy!)
The man reappeared in a dirty old pub, empty except for an ancient looking bartender and a significantly younger busboy. They were chatting animatedly about a recent quidditch match between Scotland and Bulgaria.
The man stepped from the shadows, making his presence known. The men abruptly ended their conversation.
"Severus…" the older man whispered with quiet respect.
"Has anyone recently passed through here? Preferably with brown hair and something of mine?" Severus snarled. "
"N-No sir… Not recently, anyway," the younger one replied, a whimper in his voice and a hint of uncertainty.
"Very well, then. I will resume my business. Goodnight, men," Severus answered back, venom in his voice.
And with that, Snape walked towards the back wall. He tapped the bricks in a certain pattern that revealed an archway. He then walked through, seething at himself for his stupidity. Of course, he thought. Avery has what I need. I'll just stop by Avery's for a quick little visit.
Snape hurried past multiple shop windows, passing Madame Malkins, Flourish and Blotts, and the apothecary, till he finally reached his destination. The sign that read Knockturn Alley seemed more inviting than ever. He scurried through the streets, passing many shady looking witches and wizards taking care of nighttime businesses, probably not legally. Snape twisted and turned through the many side streets that branched out from the main Alley, when he finally reached his destination. He reached out his white-as-plaster knuckles and knocked.
Oooooh! How's that for yet another cliff hanger? Do I have you interested yet? Are you ready for the nasty yet? I hope so because it will be coming in the next chapter! And by the way, sorry they is so short :3 I just threw this together real quick.