Post by jonathan on Nov 15, 2008 21:23:10 GMT -5
The thin ribbon of smoke drifted through the lazy winter air, going straight to the roof of the tunnel. It was dark out, for sure, but the dull light of the street lamps did not make it any easier to see the face of the wizard smoking the cigarette in the tunnel. The shadows cast on his face from all the odd angles caused him to appear even more anonymous than if he had been standing in the pitch black.
The cinders fell from the end of the cigarette and danced to about the level of the man's thigh before they disappeared into the darkness. He wore a long black coat over a well mannered and conservative black and gray suit. Aside from those nondescript details, you could garner no detail from him. He seemed to be the most anonymous character to ever appear in the Tunnel.
Even his shoes were boring.
But, yet, the glow of his cigarette cast a faint light on a thin smile and two small rows of plain white teeth. He had no stubble, cleanly shaved, and his lips were a pale pink. Though, there was something almost sinister about his smile, like a man who was just dealt a good hand.
His own hand, gloved in gray, took the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it to the ground next to him. He stomped it into the stone and the little spark of light was extinguished. What made him so happy? Why was this shadowy figure smiling?
His eyes were placed firmly on the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic, the Angelus Morti. He brought in the whole image of the building, run down and gloomy, and the inferi standing guard. What a glorious image to come to.
His hand brought forth the strong and nondescript wand from his coat. With a little bit of will, the wand summoned up an orb of light. The light was too faint to bring any description to his face, but it surely announced his presence to those in the tunnel.
"'Ello?" the man spoke, his accent obviously English, just not applicable to any certain region, "Anyone out there? I'd like to see the minister."
The cinders fell from the end of the cigarette and danced to about the level of the man's thigh before they disappeared into the darkness. He wore a long black coat over a well mannered and conservative black and gray suit. Aside from those nondescript details, you could garner no detail from him. He seemed to be the most anonymous character to ever appear in the Tunnel.
Even his shoes were boring.
But, yet, the glow of his cigarette cast a faint light on a thin smile and two small rows of plain white teeth. He had no stubble, cleanly shaved, and his lips were a pale pink. Though, there was something almost sinister about his smile, like a man who was just dealt a good hand.
His own hand, gloved in gray, took the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it to the ground next to him. He stomped it into the stone and the little spark of light was extinguished. What made him so happy? Why was this shadowy figure smiling?
His eyes were placed firmly on the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic, the Angelus Morti. He brought in the whole image of the building, run down and gloomy, and the inferi standing guard. What a glorious image to come to.
His hand brought forth the strong and nondescript wand from his coat. With a little bit of will, the wand summoned up an orb of light. The light was too faint to bring any description to his face, but it surely announced his presence to those in the tunnel.
"'Ello?" the man spoke, his accent obviously English, just not applicable to any certain region, "Anyone out there? I'd like to see the minister."