✔ᵉⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ Stuck in the Past [Grindelwald]✔

08

Reaching the bottom of the street, Gillian glanced up at the building as if she knew someone would be watching them both from up there. From down here, it was hard to judge but that feeling of being watched was there. As I said, it was a feeling and one could not rely on that, after all.

Continuing, Hunter flipped through the mugshot catalog, folding the pages at not quite halfway and showing Gillian a picture of a wizard. Not the type of person where she would say he looked like a criminal but what did that mean.

"If we turn this in, we'll have one less problem," Gillian skeptically took the folder from Hunter's hand and skimmed the note listing all the offenses, "It's at the port. And the dough is thus more than easily earned."

"How do you know he's hiding at the port?" extremely doubtful of Hunter's assumption, Gill began to skim the text and flipped the page as some handwritten notes had been made on the back, "This guy could be anywhere. And if he's supposed to be at the port, why haven't the Aurors picked him up already?"

"The more obvious the better, and Aurors think wrong. They think fugitives hide under rocks and are far away. Not really. Most of the time they are right in front of their noses and therefore don't notice," Hunter wasn't quite that wrong with his statement and in many cases, said fugitive wizards really weren't far away, so from there, it was worth a shot, "Mad-Eye gets it. Sick guy but good. Let's get back to our friend here though. It says he was a longshoreman. His wife and daughter live here.... especially since he's only wanted for selling illegal magic items. A guy like that doesn't just run away, plus I saw him earlier. Standing in the crowd with a scarred face when that strange woman had given her inflammatory speech."

"If you say so. Do we walk, apparate, or......" enthusiastically Gillian made a twisting motion through the air with her finger and let out a plop at the end, "...fly? Take that last one. This city can't get any more cramped than this."

A few seconds later, two clouds of black smoke passed through the air, circled around the MACUSA building several times, and then headed toward the harbor. Only one thing was missing, but some time would pass until then. No matter. So before Hunter and Gillian landed back on the ground, a pitch-black snake was visible in the sky, making its way there.

"Wrong time," Hunter announced as they both emerged at the dock, watching the snake in the sky, "He hasn't even been born, his time doesn't dawn for another fifty years or so."

"It's just a snake. And I just like snakes," Gillian innocently shrugged her shoulders , turning once in a circle and letting her gaze wander over the containers, "It's not my fault you're thinking directly of the dark mark. But to be his mark, isn't there something missing? But now that you mention it."

From her boot, Gillian drew her wand, pointed it at the snake in the sky, and a flash of green lightning shot up in a hiss. Shortly after, the clouds contracted and formed a skull that opened its mouth, from which the snake now came.

"The hunt is on, as soon as you say it." how still and peaceful the harbor was, a much rarer moment Gill found and knew would not come again too soon.

"The hunt is open," a wave of light raced across the ground, then Hunter turned and let several glowing orbs fly off in all directions from his wand, "Now all we have to do is wait."