A lonely umbrella, fugitive from its owner, rolled with the wind over the deserted street. There was no sound, except the blowing wind and the raindrops that fell solidly to the ground and upon the glass windows of the closed stores around the street.
But soon, a man's footsteps echoed over the pavement, his black pointy shoes splashing the rain around him as, his cane barely touching the ground as he walked towards the only shop with light shining out on the street. A cafe, of a rather exceptional sort off such in muggle eyes, but this man walked with a great deal of confidence inside, the door making no sound at all as it closed behind him.
He took a second to look around the room, a clock was ticking behind the counter where a lonely man poured coffee without touching the coffee pot. A group of six seated in the back of the room, their heads lowered and their voices kept low.
"What may I get you?" The man behind the counter asked the newly arrived one.
"Just a coffee," the customer answered. His hissing voice causing the man behind the counter to take a step backwards before he quickly filled up a cup of black coffee and handed it to the man waiting.
He took the cup and placed himself two tables away from the little group of six. There were four men and two women.
He noticed two of the men, caressing each other's hands openly on the table and he looked away in disgust, knowing he had to memorise all their faces. Especially the faces of the two men touching each other. Especially those.
