"Quiet as a shadow, The Wiccan stalks the halls of Hogwarts," Noah whispered, tiptoeing through the dungeon and peering around a corner. "He knows the Dark Followers are here somewhere. They're Slytherins! he thinks, his mind whirling at a hundred miles per hour. The Dungeons are where they live...and where they belong."
"As he hunts, The Wiccan's (secretly not-so-mild-mannered Noah Archer) mind flashes back to how this day began."
Four Hours ago, the Coven
Noah leaned against, the wall, staring cooly at a tall boy currently fiddling with a complicated piece of machinery. Noah is in full Wiccan garb, his face magically obscured by the hood he wears. The boy sighed and pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, pushing the small device across the table. "That should do it."
"Will it work?" Noah asked. His voice is unusually husky and deep, and the boy rolls his eyes.
"Of course it'll work. Stop being so dramatic. When you want to make an escape just pull it out and press the button," he explained. "Whatever powdered stuff you've put in there is ejected-"
"Peruvian instant darkness powder," Noah interjected.
The boy sighed. "Sure. whatever. Anyway, it's more convenient than throwing it all the time."
Noah nodded. "True. Thank you Walker. Do you have any more information?"
Walker shrugged. "Hey man, not much. Just that those Dark Followers weirdos might be meeting tonight. Don't know where, when, or if it's even official. Just a rumor. But worth investigating right?"
"Everything is work investigating"
Right here, right now.
Noah stopped dead, his incessant narration coming to a sudden stop as he hears footsteps coming down the hallway. He pressed himself up against a wall, trying to see if it was a Slytherin or not.