 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Ryan was too peeved to be considering what all the woman was capable of. For all he knew, she could have been some silly Muggle and therefore absolutely harmless. If she were of the magical sort, then she must've been enjoying the game she was playing because she very easily could have done something to him or the briefcase or called the Hit Wizards or Aurors. But there was one thing he was certain about now: she wanted to know what was inside the case.
This only made him more paranoid. She must've known something of value was stowed away in there, which very much was the case. Of course, he wasn't going to enlighten her curiosity. The eggs within were meant for a specific person, one who was willing to pay top galleons. "What's inside me case is none of yer damn business," he shouted back at her. "Now, fer the last time, let me be."
With that said, he darted around the corner into another connecting alley. This time he stopped in his tracks, wand drawn and raised. To be fair, he had been plenty patient with her.
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