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- Rowan Wood 12"1/4 Essence of Silver Thistle
Alex sighed as he pulled off his tie. God, he hated apparating. Not too mention how much concentration it took to send his car here with him too. But well, he was here now. Back in his home country. He shivered. It was freezing. He leant round the front seat, grabbing his hoodie from the back and pulling it on. Shivering once more, he shook his head and placed his sunglasses on.
His hands rested on the wheel casually as he looked at his surroundings more closely. It seemed familiar to him but it didn't matter. He had business to do and he would do it. Now, where was the blooming map! Leaning over to the glove compartment, he hunted before finally finding it in a crumpled mess at the back. Well, it was obvious how much he used it that was for sure.
Here he was in , and was away over there. An hour's drive-for muggles. Nah, simple work for him in his Porsche. Sighing once more, a habit he now had from his lack of company in Jamaica, he glanced in the mirror and saw no one coming. His foot gently applied some weight onto the accelerator as he moved the gear into 4. Still no one was coming. He stepped down on the pedal and the car sprinted forward, growing faster every minute on the road. And if he was lucky, he'd get to the outskirts of London before rush hour (12.00).
Seeing a phone box in the next town, he stopped abrubtly, parked the car next to it and popped out. Dialing in Kiera's number, he leant against the door, hoping it was her who picked up and not his husband. He did not need his arrogance right now. He sighed as she did. It would be quick.
'Kiera. Be ready in 30 minutes. Don't ask. You'll find out. See you then and if you don't..then, you'll know something happen to me. Joking, joking. See you at 12-30. Don't be late!' he smiled, not even bothering to listen to her reply. He placed the phone back on the hook before slipping into his racer-style seat.
He smiled to himself, not a big one, just a content one as he drove along, swerving round the cars. He had missed driving so much, but he would still only use it when necessary. Just to see if he was still alive; a test if you wish.
His hands rested on the wheel casually as he looked at his surroundings more closely. It seemed familiar to him but it didn't matter. He had business to do and he would do it. Now, where was the blooming map! Leaning over to the glove compartment, he hunted before finally finding it in a crumpled mess at the back. Well, it was obvious how much he used it that was for sure.
Here he was in , and was away over there. An hour's drive-for muggles. Nah, simple work for him in his Porsche. Sighing once more, a habit he now had from his lack of company in Jamaica, he glanced in the mirror and saw no one coming. His foot gently applied some weight onto the accelerator as he moved the gear into 4. Still no one was coming. He stepped down on the pedal and the car sprinted forward, growing faster every minute on the road. And if he was lucky, he'd get to the outskirts of London before rush hour (12.00).
Seeing a phone box in the next town, he stopped abrubtly, parked the car next to it and popped out. Dialing in Kiera's number, he leant against the door, hoping it was her who picked up and not his husband. He did not need his arrogance right now. He sighed as she did. It would be quick.
'Kiera. Be ready in 30 minutes. Don't ask. You'll find out. See you then and if you don't..then, you'll know something happen to me. Joking, joking. See you at 12-30. Don't be late!' he smiled, not even bothering to listen to her reply. He placed the phone back on the hook before slipping into his racer-style seat.
He smiled to himself, not a big one, just a content one as he drove along, swerving round the cars. He had missed driving so much, but he would still only use it when necessary. Just to see if he was still alive; a test if you wish.