"Still not able to find anything?" Derrick questioned with a sly smirk.
Angus glared at him with fierce eyes before hugging and planting his butt on the chair, stretching out his muscles he groaned. "Who ever it is, I swear in the name of Morgana, I would not let them free."
His fellow aurors snickered around the table.
"Come on," Shacklebolt said while removing his holster, "not even a single clue, it's been what? A year now?" Shaking his head he got up, probably to get himself a second cup of that cool drink to calm his irritated head.
"Exactly-" Angus screamed like a banshee, waving his hands around he gestured to the sky, "it's as if they have the invisibility cloak. They come and go and no one is able to catch them. Openly," he screamed in his ears, "openly they are able to steal galleons and knuts. How are people so unaware that their valuable is missing? HOW?"
Several people grimaced at his loud voice but inwardly they understood his sentiment. It's been frustrating moving around with no clues. There have been too many reports of stealing in the Diagon Alley. People started complaining in the last year and yet none of them have been able to catch whoever it was. Angus had been on that case since last 3 weeks. His frustration was understandable.
But before they could talk about the this lighthearted situation the people above started screaming for aurors. 'Another attack?'
Sighing they all shakes their heads and went back to their desks. They were aurors but were responsible for desk jobs not those death eaters. Angus silently counted the ways he would torture that thief when he caught that bastard as he went back to his desk.
The said thief lazily flicked her tail in the air as she contentedly bathed in the sun. Her newest treat, a tomato, in her stomach.
She did not feel one any ounce of guilt while stealing. Usually they were one of two galleons or a couple of knuts because that's all she could fit in her mouth. Sometimes she would steal vegetables and stuff. The discovery of Diagon alley made it easier for her to hide in Knockturn alley.
She travelled around and finally found a house at the street where from right Diagon was visible and from left Knockturn was visible. The house had long been abandoned because of its owner. People talked on the streets about how the house was haunted. Apparently the owner was in Azkaban. So she just used this room however she liked.
It was perfect. She just used a small part of that room.
She had not transformed much ever since that thing. Her cat form made her feel much more comfortable. All those galleons and knuts were hidden behind a carpet in a pouch that she had snatched from an old lady. No regrets there.
"Flap-Flap." She heard the sound and looked up. Lazily she flicked her tail again and laid on her stomach. This was a bird-a magical owl she had adopted/rescued 6 months back. It was in a poor condition with its feathers plucked out. It was kind of ugly too but she still showed her kindness and adopted him.
She named him Bucky. Now Bucky was a very good bird. And this reason came from the fact because Bucky went all around areas and would pick up money-notes from the other side-and bring them back to her. She had a separate drawer full of them.
And then there were some days like today-she smirked as she held the chain-where her dear Bucky would bring back some valuables.
Her paw petted his feathers, it was a form of appreciation of him.
She lazily stood back up and stretched her body and then started jumping from one roof to other. Her destination was the haunted house.
Climbing back into the window she stretched and for the first time in months she transformed into a human. Hurriedly she put on a dress-shabby dress that Bucky had picked up-actually he was quite strong. There was a lady coming out with a shopping bag with her child and Bucky just picked that up. Apparently it was from some street of London.
The dress was quite chick and there were some home clothes too so she would sometimes wear those clothes in the house.
"Alright Bucky-" she said out loud. Walking towards the window she tapped and Bucky flew inside. Closing the window she tightly locked it and then plopped herself down the drawer.
"Let's count." She muttered with glee. In the last few months nothing had made her as happy as counting money. It had become one of her joys in life.
Her body was still small-just around a two year old child-her time while roaming and sleeping on the streets had taught her a lot of things. Simple conversations around her had opened her eyes to this new word that she had been reborn into.
The current year was 1980 and she was forgetting her past life. These were the two things that made her a little disturbed on the inside. She still had the rationality but sometimes she would loose control and behave like a child.
"Seventy nine-one twenty five-….." she kept on counting the pounds-or as referred here-muggle money. It was a lot. A full drawer to speak honestly.
She put the bundle of notes and divided them.
"So…seven hundred pounds, 98 galleons and 434 knuts." Not bad, she silently consoled herself. There was still the jewellery so, "now-let's see."
There were three sets of jewelleries. One in chains, then with rings and then finally necklaces.
There was even a Ruby there. She sighed with emotion and wondered if they would exchange it. She needed the best price for these after all.
She kept the e diamonds rings with her-she still had to verify if these were the real ones or not-picking out the Ruby, a gold chain and the heaviest necklace that quite honestly looked tacky at best-she started changing into new clothes.
Humming a little tune that she had learned over the past week she stuffed all the valuables into her pockets alongside a few galleons. She climbed down the stairs and exited the house. Bucky perched itself on her shoulder as a way of protecting her. In the crowd of people she soon got lost with no one noticing her abnormality.
Skipping around she soon arrived at the entrance of Scribblus Writing Instruments.
In Diagon Alley, wizards and witches purchase items such as quills, parchment, and other writing supplies from a shop called Scribbulus Writing Implements. Scribbulus is a well-known establishment located in Diagon Alley, catering specifically to the needs of magical writers and students. The shop offers a wide variety of quills, from standard feathered quills to enchanted ones, as well as parchment, ink, and other writing accessories.
Huffing from the exhaustion creeping up on her-blame her small height and strength-she with one last deep breath, went inside the shop.
The door ringed above her. She looked at the supplies. Some of them were floating while some were just perched upon the wall and tables as exhibition. There was a man sleeping at the counter.
She went directly towards the quills and paper section.
Looking at the variety she checked the prices and picked the things she liked one by one. A few quills, some pens, letterboxes, parchments , a pouch and finally a blank book. Nodding to herself she shrugged her shoulder where Bucky was still seated and he instantly flew towards the counter and flapped his wings while hooting loudly.
Klaus, sleeping peacefully at the counter woke up with a start. Looking up he saw a huge owl-ferocious one-just as he was about to scream he saw the owl going back down and perching on the shoulder-"a little girl?" He blurted out loud.
His face was red in embarrassment now. Hurriedly he stood up and looked down.
"Here." The girl said.
Ahh-probably her mother allowed her down here with her familiar to guard her. He nodded understandably in his head. That's exactly why she brought her here.
She wanted people to think this was her mother's or father's familiar and she was not alone. It would guard off creeps and wouldn't make anyone suspicious.
"Umm-3 galleons and 5 knuts." He saw the little girl take out the appropriate amount and show it to the owl who in response hooted again and then raise her head and hand above the counter.
He pushed himself and leaned down in order to get the payment.
Soon the little girl walked out the door with the supplies she started walking in the opposite direction. Shaking his head he sat back down on the counter and started sleeping. This time with an even more drowsiness. In his sleep and embarrassment he didn't notice that when the girl left the owl was not with her.
Silently the owl flapped his wings and flew towards the second floor, where all the good and precious supplies were kept. Usually burglaries did not happen a lot. Even if they did there would be a buzzing sound that would be generated.
Slowly flicking her tail the cat sat on the window of the second floor with the bag stands in her mouth and gestured towards the quill box in the middle. It was quite expensive. It also had all the colours of quill with an additional expensive parchment, feathers and an ink box.
The owl softly picked the box up and closed it. With the supply bag in her mouth she jumped up on the roof again and as soon as the buzzing started the owl flew out of the window. All the man at the counter saw upstairs was the box missing. The cat jumped from roof upon roof before she reached the house.
She only changed back into her room where she started looked at the box. It was quite nice.
Ahh-what a smart thief she is.
Giddily laughing she took out the dairy and started writing about the first part of her plan that had been making for that past few months.
'Soon,' she talked to herself in her mind, consoling her heart, 'Soon I will be able to eat and drink whatever I want.'