Near the Gleaming Gytrash, a loud crack sounded. A stray cat startled, screeched, and ran off knocking over some trash as it fled as Jack appeared in the dingy poorly lit corner of Knockturn Alley. Tucked into a pocket on his jacket was a small mirror. His hand was shoved into a pants pocket displaying an old fashioned wristwatch that looked like it cost more than Jack’s entire wardrobe. His bristly hair was deflated on top and if one looked closely at him, his eyes had a glossy spaced out appearance. In fact, he stood there at the dead end of the alley as if he was waiting for someone. Or perhaps he was awaiting orders? |