Post by lewis on Jul 2, 2012 11:42:52 GMT -8
December 24th, 5:55PM
It had been everywhere. He had heard the reports of course, but Lewis merely had to come and see for himself. Pity that everything had been cleaned up. He would have liked to see the handiwork of another killer. The blood and the entrails everywhere. The tall young man was standing outside of the Three Broomsticks was rather disappointed in the fact that almost everything had been cleaned up. There were only a few traces of blood here and there, a slight tint of red in certain spots in the snow, small little things that brought nothing but the smallest hint of joy to Lewis.
There wasn't any death here now, and he really didn't like coming to see death only to find none of it. The Death Eater's fingers twitched slightly, and he smoothed down the front of his olive green jacket. There was a heating charm on the thing because it certainly was too thin for the winter weather. One hand lifted to run through his short brown hair, and then rub across his face where the small amount of facial hair that was on his face. He was always moving, always twitching, always doing something or other. It was like his body had to be moving.
His eyes followed two figures that were scurrying down the road at a hurried pace. Fear. There was still fear here in this little village, and that was something to be savored. His brown eyes followed the duo as they moved, fingers calm as he watched them. He wore a simple grey t-shirt under that olive green jacket, a pair of dark jeans, a pair of good shoes, and a belt. Simple, but everything that Lewis always wore was simple. He let a sigh go, and pushed inside of the Three Broom Sticks.
Death, he savored it. His jacket was rolled up slightly, and his right hand darted along the marks on his left forearm. It had been a few months since he had last killed and he was just itching for another mark. The problem was, there weren't too many jobs coming his way lately. He was going to have to pick out a muggle and do something on his own sweet free time. He was going to need to kill soon or else he was going to go more insane than he already was. A sigh escaped him, and the brown haired man took a seat before ordering a butter beer and a sandwich. Might as well have a meal, right?