Millions of muggles live in this world without realizing the existence of a primal force which surpasses all others. A force of infinite potential with the ability to twist space and time, defy Death, control Life and read the ever-changing currents of Fate. Magic.
Author: Robert Clark- A Guide for Muggleborns a Magical World
Most people assumed stealing meant wearing black and pulling out impossible heists, or alternatively a violent man with a knife. The later was a possibility while the former was plainly ridiculous. Michael knew the truth. A good thief was an inconspicuous thief.
Michael aldo knew that being discreet wasn't the only characteristic of a good thief. Wits and quick hands were essential skills. Knowing who to trust can be invaluable depending on the situation and running can't be underestimated, even though it has been a year since the last time Michael had to run from someone. After all, Michael wasn't just a good thief, but a great one. No longer was he that crying kid left alone at the doors of an orphanage.
Michael paused his thoughts when he heard the creaking of the boards. The matron entered the room, her face scrunched up at the sight of Michael.
"Wake up"- snarled the matron -"Today you and Tom are staying here. I need help maintaining this shithole"
"Yes ma'am"
As soon as the matron left the room Michael started to dress himself. He still had an hour until Mrs Juniper decided to start cleaning, and so Tom and Michael. However, only God knew when Tom was coming back from Gus's so the best he could do was to prepare himself, no matter how little he wanted, try to sleep a bit and pray that Tom is back before nine o'clock. Hopefully with some breakfast.
After a full night of prowling the streets with Tom, Michael was wasted. Who knew how hard it would be to improve at his "craft"? Pickpocketing was good for some quids but he had higher ambitions than being another laborer in the fabric. Thus, if he really wanted to go to university he needed more money.
There were two factible ways to make real money without risking his neck overly. Either you robbed businesses or houses. Businesses implied a higher quantity of money without needing an intermediary but they came with a higher chance of failure. Houses, on the other hand, were much safer but similar to the lottery, you didn't know what you would find.
Last night Tom and Marcus broke into a rich guy's house. After some days of observing the ponce's routine and pickpocketing the house keys, they were able to steal some watches and jewels which Tom was selling at that moment. Honestly, it was stupidly easy. With some luck all next hits would be the same.
Suddenly the window collided against the wall, opening to let Tom enter, followed by the morning cold and London's morning smell. He took a bulky envelope from within his jacket and jumped, hiding it in a hole on the ceiling. Afterwards, he proceeded to carefully lay down his haversack on the table while loudly calling Michael.
"Wakey Wakey Michael. I bring breakfast, it's pudding!"
"For fuck's sake Tommy! Don't start shouting this early. Mrs Juniper wants us to stay and clean and I would like to rest a bit."- Michael grunted from his bed, his head under the pillow.
Tom strolled until he reached Michael's and crouched, moving the pillow until they stood face to face -"The bitch wants what?"
"Mrs Juniper wants us to go down and help her clean. And please, don't call her bitch. Last time she spent an hour shouting at us even though you were the one who called her bitch"- responded Michael, burrowing his head once again.
Tom pulled from Michael's arm until he stood up-"Well, I'm not cleaning today. Tell you what we're doing, we're going to eat the pudding, and then we're enjoying the rest of the day. We pulled our first grand heist and there is no one stopping us from celebrating, certainly not the bitch."
"Tommy, please. Last time we made a runner we spent three hours in that closet."-retorted Michael trying to lie down again.
"Come on, don't be a baby. I shared with you that closet and it wasn't that bad."
"You aren't going to relent, are you?"- sighed Michael after stopping struggling against Tom
"No"- denied rapidly Tom
"Fine"- groaned Michael -"But we are stopping at the library"
"Fine"- groaned back mockingly Tom, only to be interrupted suddenly by someone knocking on the door.
The knob twisted and the door opened, letting through a strange individual. With its long white beard and elderly face, the newcomer couldn't be described as anything other than Gandalf dressed with modern clothes. He then proceeded to enter the room, hang his overcoat on the chair next to the door without caring that the overcoat was touching the floor and introduced himself -"Good morning, I'm Professor Dumbledore and I'm here to offer both of you a place in my school."