WHO: Sturgis and Geoffrey (And Gitta) WHERE: Just outside the Ministry of Magic WHEN: Monday, lunch time WHAT: Questions answered RATING: TBD
It was a damn fool move and Sturgis knew it. Yet here he was... His hair was now a dark brown, a large bald spot in the middle. His eyes were a plain brown and he had a rather fetching mustache. It was the pot belly that he thought was the kicker. Not that he was a picture of fitness any other time but this was exceptional. He thought he perfectly exemplified a bureaucrat that was just as nameless as he needed to be.
It really was a foolish plan, good disguise or not.
Sturgis had his hands shoved into the pockets of his long wool overcoat, one hand curled around his wand that was tucked tightly away. Gitta's secretary had said she was on her way to lunch and if Sturgis knew his wife... well former wife, ex-wife, estranged spouse, whatever you wanted to call it... he knew exactly where she would be headed. And so Sturgis was there, waiting in front of her favorite sandwich shoppe that catered to the lunchtime crowds from the ministry. She had always adored the soups they sold even if she claimed they went straight to her hips. Sturgis had never seen anything wrong with her hips.
A crowd of people left the shop obscuring his vision for a moment and in that split second he thought he saw her head of blond hair. Sturgis stepped forward quickly, intending to hook his arm around the crook of her elbow but- his hand connected and he froze in his steps.
She wasn't alone. In fact she was already walking far too close to someone else. Gitta stopped in mid-stride, intending to give the man that had interrupted her conversation a what-for when some flicker of recognition flit across her eyes. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish before she turned to her companion. "Geoffrey, would you like to go inside and order for us. You know what I like."