 Vinteren, Erik Vinteren
Accidentally on purpose following was not at all the same thing as stalking. Erik Vinteren of all people would know that. He took a sip of his pale ale and casually listened as Alexa ordered a firewhiskey.
Newcomers who didn't know how to order always tried the firewhiskey, and the bartender always served them the worst kind to scare them away. So he let her order, and continued to pretend he didn't recognize her. If he were to speak to her now, with all eyes on her, people would link him with her. A little girl. An out-of-place little girl. A newcomer.
So Erik bid his time and glanced at his watch. Well well. Would the former Gryffindor notice the pickpocket who had just sat down beside her, or would she finally glance at his corner? Time would tell. |