Escape of the Twins (open)

Susan walked along the cobblestone alley. She looked up and down the alley. It was so much different from when she was small. She remember when she was just a small little girl running up and down the street, her father yelling after her. That was back before everything changed. The alley just felt so much more lonely then it had been. But over the years it was slowly coming back to life. She was starting to see young families wondering the alley.

What was Susan doing? It depended on whom you asked. She wasn’t truly on-duty but she’d tell you she’s never not on duty. On a second’s notice something could happen. Most of her targets stayed away but she had seen them here before. One led into an insane run through the shops and down Knockture Alley and back up before Susan was able to tackle them and get a wand to their throat. She wasn’t truly looking for trouble. She just wanted to visit but if she got a glimpse she’d go after them. She saw two young children trying to make their way to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. She smiled softly, it was moments like this she wondered what it would be like to have children. Would she be a good mother? She had to find someone before having children.

Susan pushed open the door to Flourish and Blotts. She loved books. All kinds of books in both the wizarding and muggle world. It kept her escape reality. Though these days she only got to truly escape on weekends and that was limited. Her weekends were much more likely to be free then it used to be. She was lucky to have never had to take medical leave. She couldn’t stand sitting around doing nothing and hoping no one in her department was killed while she was off. Every person played a key part and when one part was missing the whole thing was lopsided, not to mention the Investigative Department.

She began to look at new books that had been coming out for defensive and offensive magic. But really caught her eye was a book on whole wizarding families that had just disappeared from the UK. Very old families at that. She had always been interested by history. She picked up the book and read the back cover. She looked around the store. She didn’t see anyone suspicious. She moved towards the counter.

“Nice, to see you again Miss Bones,” said the cashier, a middle-aged woman with greying brown hair.

“Please just call me Susan,” smiled Susan pulling out coins from her purse.

“I’ve heard rumours you’ve been the area lot. Have a boyfriend that works around here?” asked the woman.

“No, no, I don’t have time for that. I just like to visit,” lied Susan.

She couldn’t have a citizen put at risk. No one could know what she was doing. She took her book without the bag. She saw someone on the second floor that clicked something in her brain. She slipped the book in her purse and took out her wand and went upstairs. It turned out only to be someone that had been a year or two younger than her that had been in battle. Susan laughed at herself in her head. She understood why her Auntie had been so paranoid when Susan was small.