WHO : Adam Bradley and some very mean people, his boss included.
WHAT : Kidnapping!
WHERE : Eeylops Owl Emporium.
WHEN : Evening.
STATUS : Log / Complete.
RATING : R.

Mrs. Baxter had been oddly nice to him all day. Nice to the point where she gave him very little work to do, and odd to the point that she began to actually help him do things. In fact, once, he even stopped to look at her curiously, because he really couldn't believe she was doing all those things, work that she had originally given to him to do. It simply boggled his mind, though he tried not to think about it. Still, something wasn't right. Something was actually very off, and he had no idea what it was.

It was nearing closing time, and Mrs. Baxter had asked him to arrange some things in the back. She told him not to worry about the customers if they came in. She would handle them. This was nothing strange, as she had handled customers before while telling Adam to go do something stupid in the back. Luckily, Adam thought, it'd all be over soon. It was almost time to close, so he figured he'd muck about in the back for a while, pretend to do a little work and finally be done for the evening. Little did he know that was not to be the case.

"Bradley! Come out here."

With a roll of his eyes, he dropped the broom and wiped the dirt on his hands on his apron. The place was disgusting, and he couldn't wait to get home for his shower. Appearing out in the store again, Adam was not only met by Mrs. Baxter but by some other tall men in black outfits. They wore something over their faces so as to hide their true identities. "What's going on?" Adam was beginning to fear the worst, a robbery of some sort. Bloody hell. Why now? It was almost closing time. He knew what he had to do. Alert the Aurors. It was Ministry law. And he was about to do that when Mrs. Baxter stopped him.

"I'm so sorry, Adam."

Though for what he would never know, because he suddenly felt something terribly painful on his back, so painful that he lost his vision. He could only see black, only hear mutterings and muffled noises, only move the tips of his fingers and even that took a whole heck of a lot more effort than it should have. His thoughts were fuzzy, and his throat began to burn. What the hell? "Mrs. Ba...." But it wouldn't come out. He hadn't the strength. He could no longer move his lips. She'd killed him. He knew it somehow. She just stood there staring as if nothing was wrong.

Wench.