Deathly Green Eyes

Chapter 18

This is the last chapter I had published, next one will be done in a couple of days.

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He waited for Tom to fall asleep before bailing out of the cottage. It was around seven in the morning when he got out and started to walk; Death was next to him, floating around, pointing at people and saying, with a cheery tone, how long they had until their death. Hadrian shuddered when, after crossing a street, Death muttered that the man sitting outside of the little cottage was about to get a heart attack. He quickened his steps and managed to get to the other street but still was able to hear the choked cry for help.

After some minutes of mindless wandering, he finds a place in the town lonely enough for him to feel safe. Planting his feet on the ground in a particularly desolated street he hails with his wand in hand and walks back a couple of steps just in time for the big and weird purple magical bus to stop near him. He ignores the blathering greetings as he steps in the bus, holding to the tubes and other seats for safety, mustering the address to the helper, who screamed it out loud for the driver to hear and the vehicle started moving again at a ridiculous velocity.

His eyes were glued to the tube he was holding purposely not looking at the passengers, not that there were many of them, he could kind of see two sleeping men, and a lady holding two kids at the back of the bus and maybe more people on the other floor.

He pressed against the tube when one of the passengers moved to the exit and didn't think much as the person seemed to stumble on nothing and got way too close to him, not only leaning his weight on him but breathing deeply. He sent a shock to help wake the, probably, hangover man and didn't think much when he yelled and left the bus in seconds.

"Kid, your stop comes next." Hadrian nods, happy to leave the hot, crampy and nausea-inducing bus.

The next time the bus stops, Hadrian moves carefully to the exit, paying the boy and stepping out. He looked back half-heartedly but the bus had already disappeared with a woosh.

The building in front of him was a couple of floors tall, ubicated in a corner so had a curve on its design, it was all grey with soft spots of white and very boring. Though, comparing it to Gringotts was almost unfair. Well, not almost, it was certainly unfair towards muggles. Walking inside, carefully trying to not trip on the polished floors, he asks in the first counter for the responsibility of the Shire account, making the man blink twice before answering in a low voice with just a tint of confusion. Thanking him, Hadrian fixes his hair as he walks forward, then climbs a set of polished stone stairs to the second floor, a chill going down his spine as he gets to the second floor and some gazes fall on him. He walks to the end of the hallway, through lots of small offices and finally to a closed office, a silver plaque in the door that he didn't bother to read.

He sets on knocking twice and entering, not waiting for an answer like his father used to do.

"Good morning," Hadrian says in a soft voice, pretending to miss the jump the adult gave on his chair. The man was probably in his forties, though no one could tell the real age with the stress war brought, ageing pretty early, for all he knew this could be only thirty years old.

Not that it matters.

He, just like the others in the building, was wearing a white button-up shirt with its sleeves rolled up with a green dotted tie, and, to fit better on the character, a moustache. The man's jacket was missing but, without checking out due to lack of interest he just supposed that the jacket was probably hanging close to the door. The office was as messy as his desk, the walls were covered by cabinets and cabinets, and he could see some family photos on some surfaces but nothing more than that. He felt almost relieved at seeing a tiny plant on the corner only to hold a sigh when noticing it was almost dead, it's tips turning yellow.