Beginnings
For the first time in months, Alexander breathed easily as he smiled down at his wife, clutched in the embrace of their six year-old daughter. She was so beautiful, her belly swollen with their second child. His son.
"Mmm; stop smiling with that satisfied smirk of yours, Alex. Get me some watermelon and chicken broth," his wife commanded from the bed.
"At once, my lady," he bowed, and chuckled on his way out to Management.
Sighing to himself as he walked down the stairs, he waved jauntily to the night clerk, who looked at him in surprise. No one in their right mind would be up and about at this time of...well, morning.
"Good morning, sir. Could I trouble you for directions to the kitchens? My wife is pregnant, and I'm afraid that she is quite hungry."
Nodding his head, the young man directed him down the second-most hallway, past the portrait of a picnic scene. Unbeknownst to both of them, a cloaked figure silently emerged from the shadows behind the great doors of the hotel. Whistling, Alexander cheerfully walked down the dark hallway, lit only by torches on the wall. Followed by the dark figure, he never had the chance to whip out his wand.
Avada Kedavra!
For the first time in months, Alexander breathed easily as he smiled down at his wife, clutched in the embrace of their six year-old daughter. She was so beautiful, her belly swollen with their second child. His son.
"Mmm; stop smiling with that satisfied smirk of yours, Alex. Get me some watermelon and chicken broth," his wife commanded from the bed.
"At once, my lady," he bowed, and chuckled on his way out to Management.
Sighing to himself as he walked down the stairs, he waved jauntily to the night clerk, who looked at him in surprise. No one in their right mind would be up and about at this time of...well, morning.
"Good morning, sir. Could I trouble you for directions to the kitchens? My wife is pregnant, and I'm afraid that she is quite hungry."
Nodding his head, the young man directed him down the second-most hallway, past the portrait of a picnic scene. Unbeknownst to both of them, a cloaked figure silently emerged from the shadows behind the great doors of the hotel. Whistling, Alexander cheerfully walked down the dark hallway, lit only by torches on the wall. Followed by the dark figure, he never had the chance to whip out his wand.
Avada Kedavra!