Gilderoy Lockheart flipped the sign from open to closed in front of his store and sighed. Most of his employees had left the store for their last shifts, leaving him alone in the darkness of his store. He unlocked the door to his office and slumped down in his chair, exhausted from the day's previous events. He should have known that the police would come eventually, but because he hadn't prepared last night they had caught him off guard. Thankfully, he'd already wiped his computer clean of any evidence that would connect Quirrell to his store, if they put out a warrant for his computer they wouldn't be finding any evidence against him. He didn't think they'd be fooled by the notepad he had shown them, after all a man who managed to run such a successful operation as him would have other documents from his 'clients'.

Lockheart couldn't help but smirk to himself, it seemed to be the perfect plan-and he hadn't made any slip ups. That probably would have made his 'partner' rather angry, or well angrier than usual. His partner seemed to have the emotional range of a child, switching from happy to sad to angry in the span of a few minutes.

"Maybe they're bipolar?" Lockheart asked himself as he leaned back in his chair. "It'd explain why they're so unpleasant to deal with most of the time."

"You know it's rather rude to talk about someone behind their backs."

Lockheart started as sat upright in his chair, his heart beating hard in his chest due to the unpleasant surprise. Calming himself down, he leveled a glare at the person who was sitting on his windowsill without a care in the world.

"You know, most people knock." Lockheart said.

"I'm not most people though," his partner said as they swung their legs back and forth, "I think you of all people should know that by now."

Lockheart sighed, "Can you at least get down from my window?"

"Nah, I think this is way more comfortable, besides I don't want your stench to get all over me."

"Ouch, you really don't hold anything back, do you?"

"Nope."

His partner reached into their pocket and tossed a bundle of bills that he scrambled to catch. He counted the bills and saw that there was about 700 pounds that she had given him, he placed the money in his desk drawer and turned back to face his partner.

"So, I guess our 'relationship' is over now?" Lockheart asked, "I have to say this has been thrilling, I may write about this in one of my books-"

His partner tossed another handful of bills at him, and he blinked in surprise. He counted the money there was about 1,000 pounds each in the stack, totaling to 10,000 pounds.

"Where did you get this, did you rob a bank?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Don't ask stupid questions," His partner berated him, "If I had you would've known about it from the news."

"So where did you get it?"

"I borrowed it from someone, they were really nice about it too."

"Right..." Lockheart didn't believe that for a second, be he decided to ask the other question that was in his mind, "So why are you giving this to me?"

"Consider it an advanced payment for something I want you to do," his partner said.

Lockheart frowned, "You're planning another murder, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but this guy really deserves it." His partner said, "You've already met him though, so you should know why I'm after him."

Lockheart thought for a second, then he realized who his partner was talking about.

"You mean that bastard who thinks he's god's gift to man," Lockheart said. "That's who you're offing next?"

"Yeah, he'll be the last target," his partner said, "So are you in?"

Lockheart had to think about it for a while, on the one hand he was knowingly assisting a murderer in their plans, and if they were caught there was no doubt that he would end up in prison or worse, while his partner might end up getting executed. The correct and morally right thing to do would find a way to convince his partner to turn themselves in to the police, as a way to make up for his past failure to prevent the death of his once friend. Thankfully though, his moral compass had been skewed so much over the years, he couldn't really tell right from wrong anymore. Plus, if they managed to get away with their crime, he may be able to write a book about this one day.

Lockheart looked up at his partner and nodded, "I'm in."