Tim Rider (darkestoflords) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-01-18 00:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | harry potter, voldemort |
Who: Tim and Sara
What: Creepin'. Big time creepin'.
Where: le bakery where Sara works
When: Sometime in the vague hours of morning
Warnings: Just some creepin'. NBD.
Tim was pleased.
He was standing in a bakery, one that to all appearances was perfectly normal. Perfectly. ordinary storefront, cozy-looking interior, case of terribly tempting sugar-filled treats waiting in a glass case in front of the counter. More rows of pastries and cakes behind said counter, and the smell of baking taking over the air inside as well as the half-foot radius just outside the doorway. Smiling girl standing behind the counter, waiting to take your order and provide you with whatever your sweet tooth desired.
For Tim, the girl was what made all the difference. She wasn't as ordinary as her surroundings would make her seem; this girl..she was different. She was his Target, she was the Last. He'd followed her here, through portals and hassles and all kinds of hell, and after some careful plotting and a very well informed sneak he knew, he was finally standing face to face with her. For all he meant to her, however, she knew nothing of him- thus for Tim, the situation couldn't be any more perfect.
He approached the counter, leaning gently against it as he looked over the items in the case. He didn't much care for sweet things- particularly not pastry, it just sounded like cavities waiting to happen- but to keep his cover he'd have to order something. The disgust at eating something so..vile was well worth it for the end result of this little adventure. He decided on a mildly innocuous looking croissant, tapping his index finger on the glass above it. "I'll take that one, so long as its still warm and niiice and flaky." Tim smiled at his prey, the smile of a perfectly innocent man.