“Leci . .” He whispered, forgetting he could no longer touch her as his hand went right through her shoulder.

And instantly, he’s quietly gliding through her bedroom wall.

Must find her . .

He might not survive this mission . .

Catching sight of both of them, he set the wine down on the sideboard and held an arm out for each of them. He might not be much for socialising but he still had his manners.

He’s walking in now, carrying a bottle of wine and wearing his best dark green suit.

He’s not much of a party person, but if she insists.

He can’t quite put his finger on it.

hm, if she says so.

It’s just a question.

Is that all it is?

And why would she want him there?

Is that a request or an order?

He wasn’t told anything about it yet.

Indeed.

. . Just someone he works with.

he’s rather impressed there’s someone just as twisted as him, but he’s keeping that thought to himself. last thing he needs is others getting the wrong idea.

he’s currently severing the arm of a muggle at the shoulder, without magic.

𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 #𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓌.