Post by Logan M. Scott on Apr 21, 2014 3:35:18 GMT
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For the love of Logan (his phrase, he tended to like to make himself seem very important, anyways, because... frankly, in his mind, he was the most important person in the universe)! This guy ran. Why did they always run? They didn't pay him to run. But alright. He would do it. The image of the whole alley flashed in his mind, and he quickly dashed to the side, up the stairs of the shop ("Hey! Employees only!" the shopkeeper yelled), and looked down at the backstreets, spying his target. Logan dashed across the rooftops, before he jumped down, hitting the ground, placing some blessed cuffs (a present from a client, which would not let the prisoner escape without the key, no matter the magical powers they prisoner used) around his wrist, pulling the target, a scruffy looking man close to him.
"Time to go see the Ministry," Logan said with a large smile on his face. He would get two hundred and ten galleons for this guy. The murderer of a famous ambassador, rumored Death Eater (actual one, actually, Logan had found that out the instant he laid eyes on him). He walked over to where the Ministry branch in Diagon Alley, which was supposedly hidden so they could spy on Diagon Alley in close proximity. Logan threw the man into the building, walking in behind him. He walked over to the desk with the galleon reward, picking up the bag, leaving those inside speechless. On the man was a note saying that he would like the return of the cuffs. And if not, he would take them back anyways. The Ministry knew that he could get them back. Despite not being able to use magic.
It was too bad that Logan had a bad habit of collecting wands, perhaps to compensate for his squib nature, or he would have gotten a hundred more galleons, but Logan didn't care. He stowed the wand in his pocket, and walked down the streets of Diagon Alley. Food. He needed food. Damn this body, needing nourishment. Logan began focusing on his brother, needing something to focus on as he entered a random place he knew that food would be, telling the order taker that he wanted the most expensive item on the menu, and sat, waiting for the food, which soon came. Made by magic of course, something he envied and wished he could do, that his brother could do and he could not. Matt Baker. The only person Logan really cared about, or would at least admit to caring about.