Daniel had a mad headache all day and it was driving him up the wall, no matter what he did, he even took tablets and drank water. The pain would not go away, making it hard for him to focus on paperwork. Come to think of it, he was grateful for the case he was handed today as it required him actually getting off his fat, lazy arse and stretching his legs a bit.
He blew a cloud of smoke through his nostril and took a deep breath, savouring the fresh air, well, it was polluted now (he was smoking for christ sake!). Being holed up in his office all day made him realised how much he appreciate the clean, cold and fresh air that he was so gladly breathing in right now.
Quickly, he pulled out his pocket watch, it was pretty much out dated or he should say 'out of fashion' by now but the stupid watch had a sentimental value to him. Once upon a time it had been his mothers, she was sit by the table after dinner, constantly rewinding the piece of crap over and over again. She never seemed to be able to put it down. Beside it was more efficient than a regular watch and lasted long than those androids or iphone that everyone had. He had one too, that he carries around with him everyday but he hardly uses it. The only time he used it was for phone calls and he barely uses that too, no one to call or text either.
He saw that it was half past eight, in another half an hour his shift would be over and he would be able to return home after a long days work. However, his shift was long before over yet, it was no excuse to slack off now and with that in mind, he decided to dwell into this case some more maybe he had some more luck this time after a cigarette although, he highly doubted it.
He squished the butt of his cigarette on the wall behind him and with little care for his environment he tossed it on the floor. "Oof!" he grunted. He had to take a step forward to prevent him from colliding to the ground when somebody deliberately crashed into him. "Oi.. Watch it!" he said, looking around at the culprit. "Piss off Auror," said the dark hair man, without looking at him but, before he could respond with an insult the man was out of ear shot. "I wonder what his problem is?" he thought watching the fuming man storming down the alley, completely dumbfounded with what happened. Had he been mad about the fact he was an Auror and was hanging around Knockturn Alley or simply because he was having a bad day. He shrugged his shoulders, too tired care about it at all. He turned around on his heel and continued on with his mission.
As he strolled down the darkened alley, thoughts began running through his head. Who was this chick, why was she going around taking back stolen good and finding missing things, what was she hoping to achieve, so many unanswered question but no answers. He checked his wand again and saw that it was eight forty eight. He made mental note to get out of here before it got too dark, it was usually by this time of night was where all the dark and evil things were more active.