Eileen turned the corner from Knockturn Alley after one of her nightly forays. She cast a shifty-eyed look around the corner and tipped her flask, containing her last dose of Polyjuice, into her mouth. Might as well use it all up. She drank the brew down and winced. Too sweet, too tangy.
Too quiet for a Saturday night.
And then it was not. To the left of her, someone screamed, and a building exploded in flames. Slug & Jiggers, she thought at first. Fuck! They are moderately useful. But it was just the joke shop several buildings down. Good riddance. However, the fire was spreading fast, fueled by what seemed to be pyrotechnic powders and potions.
Blast. Those cretin inventors will be the main reason my ingredient suppliers burn too!
Eileen dove for the shadows of the back alleys and waited... for the crowds to thicken, for the Aurors to scurry to their newest target like roaches to a cup of syruped poison, as she crept closer the place of action, mostly interested in the remains - human or otherwise - of the wreckage and the fate of Slug & Jiggers.
The night was not over just yet. In fact, it might even turn profitable.