WHO: Tom Riddle and Willow Rosenberg WHAT: A meeting between the resident bad-ass wizard, and resident bad-ass witch. WHEN: April 2nd; around midnight WHERE: Just down the block from one of Willow's favorite magic shops. RATING: TBD STATUS: In Progress
"Thanks, Bernie! I'll see you Friday!" Willow exclaimed her fingers waggling as she waved goodbye to the owner, one Bernard Peters. The man returned the wave and went back to filling out the ordering forms for the items she'd requested while Willow made her way to the door. Stepping out into the street, she sighed at the rain that was still pouring down from above.
Opening her umbrella since she didn't want to attract undue attention by using a spell to keep the water off of her, she began making her way down the street. There was a slight grin on her face as she glanced into the shop windows she passed. Most of the stores were closed at this time of night, but she still enjoyed seeing the things that they were advertising. Window-shopping, at its finest. Even if it was in the middle of the hurricane to end all hurricanes.
As she came to the end of the block, Willow took a left around the building - intending on taking a shortcut back to the Hyperion - when she almost ran face-first into someone. Coming to a stop, she turned to them with wide green eyes and exclaimed, "Oh, Goddess, I'm sorry! I didn't even see you there!"
Studying the man for a moment, she added slowly, "Which, now that I think about it, is pretty strange considering you give off a pretty powerful magical beacon that's kinda hard to miss. Still angry about the whole getting dumped here thing, I take it?"
Fate, it seemed, had intervened into her life. Either that, or someone upstairs really hated her, because the last person she had expected to come across (and had definitely wanted to avoid at pretty much all costs) was one Tom Riddle. And now, thanks to her own inattentiveness, he was standing right in front of her.