Who: Jasper + Open Where: Knockturn Alley. When: Daytime! Strangely enough. What: Research. As always.
Months of working in the darkness made the springtime sunlight harsh on Jasper's eyes. Occasionally, he'd break the squinting with a sniffle or a rub of his nose; even worse than the obnoxious light were the allergies that brought itself along with spring. He cursed himself for not taking an allergy potion before heading out. Neither the sun nor the allergies were on his mind, though. As he turned a corner, where Diagon Alley turned into Knockturn Alley, he felt an immediate wave of cold rush down his spine. It wasn't so bad during the day, but he would have avoided it if he could.
The scent of the store was old, spiced; as if the owner tried to mask waterlogged pages by burning heavy incense. Jasper moved past the threshold of the bookstore he'd just entered, making calculated moves toward a bookshelf by its corner. There was somebody in long robes blocking the view of the shelf he was interested in.
"Excuse me," Jasper moved to touch the person on the shoulder. When his hand connected, he felt a sharp shooting pain on his finger. "Fuck," he muttered to himself, and shot his hand away. His ring had bit him. Again.