Who: Caz Rosier and Flynn Bradley. When: August 15th. Afternoon. Where: Caz's Potion Shop. What: Plotting. Sociopaths united. Etc, etc. Rating: Low.
Pieces were starting to fall into place, one at a time. It was a slow process, but slow was important. Fools rushed and expected things to happen at once - and then got caught for it. Caz had no intention of being caught - and he was no fool. What others had failed to do, he knew he could do, with a head full of logic and ruthless drive, and none of the pesky emotions to get in the way.
One of the most important pieces in his plan was Flynn Bradley. They had discovered a common mind-set by chance when they were young, and Flynn was one person Caz actually respected and trusted. There was, perhaps, no one else he respected (except maybe his mother, but really that wasn't respect as it was the possessive fact that she was his mother) and no one else he trusted.
Most people were worthy of nothing but death, let alone trust.
Caz was expecting Flynn, knew that he would be coming by the shop in the afternoon. He had a few things set aside for him, little bottles placed on the counter where he sat, writing out notes. When the door opened and Flynn passed through, he lifted his head and his mouth curved into a rare smirk - an exceptionally few people ever saw the truth side of Caz.
"It's about time," he drawled out in his own dark voice that was very little like the calm and even tones he generally used. Wand in hand, he cast a locking spell on the door, the sign flying around so that the 'Be back shortly' side was facing out.