Who: Bole and Dennis [!Grab-me] What: Bored? Where: The edge of the village When: Monday after dark Rating: Mid
The snowflakes were big and fat and soft. It was after dark, but the lanterns at the edge of the village made sure the streets were lit well enough. It would've been impossible to sneak into the village if not for the cover of the snow. Everyone was bundled up. Everyone was under cloaks. Everyone including Bole.
He was looking for Timmy. He wanted to teach the Weasley a lesson, which would come in the form of Fleur's pale scarred skin, but for now he just wanted some entertainment. He spotted a small, thin figure in the distance and wondered if it was his little cat-tailed play thing.
Slowly he stalked towards the boy making his way towards the warmth and noise of the Three Broomsticks. His victim passed by an alley between the shops and Bole moved forwards, snatching up a handful of his robe and pressing his wand into the boy's spine. "Silencio," He hissed. And now no one would hear the boy scream as he was roughly dragged into the darkness between the two buildings.