Adrian straightened the mask on his face as he readied himself in front of his full-length mirror. He thought he was looking particularly dashing tonight, brand new robes, perfectly tailored. Without the mask one might think he was out for a night on the town. But Adrian didn't seem to have such innocent nights anymore.
So the target tonight was one Demelza Robins, former Gryffindor, and hot as hell. Sometimes Adrian wondered if that alone was Rodolphus' method of torture. He rolled his eyes, closed them, and then apparated directly into her flat. It was awfully nice these witches couldn't bother with wards while their magic was gone, but Adrian wondered how dull they could be to possibly neglect to ask someone else to cast the wards for them. Oh well, made his job easier.
Unfortunately he apparated directly onto a creaky floorboard. He caught his breath and listened, ears and eyes adjusting to his new surrounding. Nice place, large, clean. There was a sudden sound of moment from somewhere across the flat and Adrian cursed softly. So much for the element of surprise.
He ducked into one of the more shadowy areas of the darkened sitting room. Let her come to him.