Shadows

[Andros Carter]

The streets were fairly deserted as the night began to fall. Under the cloak of darkness, a man appeared with a resounding crack. He began to walk, aiming for the Leaky Cauldron- his favourite haunt. Andros checked his watch, making a mental note, before he turned on his heel and took a step closer to his destination.

The breeze was faint, yet chill, regardless of the fact that it was spring. This bothered Andros no more than the ground on which he walked. However, if it hadn't have been for that gentle gust which blew his hair with striking force, he would not have raised his head at that moment, he would have completely missed the sudden movement in the alleyway, behind him. Andros turned his head, sharply, looking back over his shoulder to look for the strange blip which had momentarily invaded his vision. But now, there was no sign of it.

The darkness seemed to hang about the place like a dull fog. The streets were lit only by the light of the moon. Andros took a deep breath, thinking he must have imagined this shadow, or something. And, if it had been a person, who was to say it wasn't just one of the regulars at the pub, wandering about after a heavy drink? But the movement had been swift and gone in a second. Why did he care? Why should this slight thing bother Andros so deeply? Perhaps it was his gut instinct, pulling at his insides, telling him that he needed to go and look. Knowing that he could not silence his thoughts until he had checked, Andros diverted from his original course and turned, one hundred and eighty degrees, to face the shadows of the alleyway. He began walking, wand out an lit, ready for trouble.

 

[Selwin Snape]

With his feet hitting the ground heavily, it seemed that the ground itself was in fear of Selwin. He was walking to get in touch with someone he had met a few days ago. He turned right and stopped at the corner of the dark alley. Selwin sensed a strong and powerful person that was walking along the ways of this alley in the opposite direction to him. The darkness was covering Selwin and with the help of darkness, he started to follow the person he had sensed with power. Selwin didn't know if that power was equal or greater to his, but he knew for sure that this person was powerful.

With the help of the shadows, he continued following him until the person stopped and looked over his shoulder to see if someone was following him. The shadows were keeping Selwin from being seen. Selwin used darkness always to his advantage to plunge fear into the hearts of his enemies. Nothing was more fun to Selwin than torturing the minds and souls of the pathetic wannabees. Selwin noticed the person turning around with his wand lit trying to see if someone was following him or not. Selwin could have just taken out his wand right now, and kill the person with the killing curse, but thinking about how much fun he can have with this person with the shadows to his advantage, he stopped himself from attacking.

With the darkness being on his side, Selwin with a very hush tone, moved closer to the person and said, "You shouldn't be here.." Selwin was now trying to play mind games with the person. He took out his wand and placed it in his right hand just to be safe incase the person were to cast a spell towards him. With torture set in his mind, he started to make plans as to how much more fun he can have with the person.

 

[Andros Carter]

Andros heard a voice, a harsh, and solid, whisper. It seemed to radiate, and break the silence. Andros, the darkness still flooding his vision, turned, trying to pinpoint the sound. He wasn't in the slightest bit scared. More.. Curious. Either the owner of this voice was knowledgeable of the surroundings and generally cared- which Andros highly doubted- or this person had no intention of helping him, and probably had connections with dark wizards and witches. Deciding it was the latter, Andros proceeded to reply with caution.

"I am well aware of the possible consequences of my being here," Andros replied, sounding cool and calm, regardless of the desire he had to haul this person in if they were a dark wizard- And he was certain it was the voice of a wizard, masculine as it was. Still, he knew that some women had deep voices.. Especially hags. "But I doubt I should come to any harm." He sounded confident, and with good reason; Andros was a highly trained Auror, much learned in how to detect and deal with a dark wizard or witch. Of course, if this had all happened a year ago, Andros would still have been clueless, having still worked as the misuse of muggle artifacts, representative. He'd loved that job, but he was not sad to have taken on a new one- And if it hadn't have been for his current occupation, Andros would still be an unmarried man.