Final Curtain
Author: Mysterious Phantom Shyraz
Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling owns HP, not little old me
Interlude
The summer air is sure chilly in this part of England. Most people would think of visiting others in the morning, or when there's sunlight. But I know better. His most active time is at night so it is now that I will visit my 'ally', the sender of the letter. Thinking back to three months ago, I'm glad that he had accepted my offer.
My legs took me round another corner to a dead end. Most would have thought me weird, heading consciously into a dead end. But I know where I'm going. With a wave of a wand, or more like a single thought as I rarely use my wand now, I'll be at that person's apartment. Ready to talk about whatever 'information' he has for me. Wands are not really reliable, after I've learnt about my own inbred, natural magic.
This unlikely relationship that I've formed with him did come to a surprise to myself. Though I'm not regretting. No, far from it, I enjoyed his company and his witty remarks. Every now and then we'd have our 'mental and verbal exercises' but we're still good. I'm glad he became my eyes and ears for the wizarding world, else I won't know how bad things would have went in that incident.