Hogsmeade Noir
Part I:
Late was the hour, and later was the hours of service in Hogsmeade. I sat waiting as the tea grew colder than winter’s coldest night, until an unfamiliar face walked in. The man, a Duke of some nature based on his apparel, knew about my work as a private investigative auror, and has a commission for me: to stake out Hogsmeade to find out where is the werewolf. This was not the plan I had for the new year, but I weighed my options over at the Hog’s Head Tavern. I cannot relay the information of my assignment yet, so as not to betray confidence, but I am on the case.
Late was the hour, and later was the hours of service in Hogsmeade. I sat waiting as the tea grew colder than winter’s coldest night, until an unfamiliar face walked in. The man, a Duke of some nature based on his apparel, knew about my work as a private investigative auror, and has a commission for me: to stake out Hogsmeade to find out where is the werewolf. This was not the plan I had for the new year, but I weighed my options over at the Hog’s Head Tavern. I cannot relay the information of my assignment yet, so as not to betray confidence, but I am on the case.
