Outskirts of the Forbidden

[jen]

A grey cloud moved slowly over the bright moon, dimming the night even more. Dalton could see his shadow out in front of him as his body leaned on a thick oak tree. He studied his darkened figure, starting from the tips of his black hair, down to the shoes he wore on his feet. He sighed and looked once again to the sky, waiting for his father's owl to arrive. While thoughts were being mulled over in his head, he aimlessly shot curses at night critters that crossed his path. Finally, the black bird that blended in with its surroundings suddenly landed on Dalton's shoulder, making more noise than needed. "Shut up you worthless creature." he muttered, practically rippng the letter off of the owl's leg.

You are to be at the Malfoy's place 9:00 PM sharp, Saturday night. I will have set up arrangements for your departure and you will follow my instructions exactly as they are given. If you fail to respond to this letter, I can assure you the death eaters will assume you are not loyal to the cause and will not go ahead with the plan.
Your father.

Dalton rolled his eyes and crumpled up the letter. He summoned some parchment and a quill and scribbled down a response, and then re-tied it back to the owl his father sent. With a last look at the night sky and the retreating bird, he turned around and went for a walk along the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.

[Anthony Dorev]

Anthony took in a deep breath as the sounds of the night and of the forest echoed around him. It was one of his favorite times and places, where the night circled around them all, taking in the unwary. Suddenly, piercing the mist of night's sounds, a twig broke nearby, followed by several muttered curses. Anthony was already moving, a dark shadow on a darker road, trailing Dalton, and watching as he retrieved the letter from the crow. He focused on the letter, but unable to read it it, he quickly shifted his gaze to Dalton's face. His swiftly changing features gave him all the answer he needed. Anthony halted, quickly retreating into the ever growingly dark trees. He waited for his chance, a panther stalking his prey.

[jen]

Dalton's gaze shifted from the ground to the trees around him. "Lumos," he whispered and looked around the perimeter. Ah, your just hearing things...most likely an animal. He kept moving forward, deep in thought about next Saturday. His job was to retrieve a stone called Evanescence with the death eater, Dolohov. If they failed, things would not go well and his body would most likely be broken in two by his father, and if he didn't get to him first, the other death eaters would.