Chino Randa A HP Fanfiction ~ Chapter 4

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Chapter 4 ~ Chino Randa I had already picked a few pockets on the way to my area, but it would not be enough for a whole day, so I decided to continue to explore the neighborhood. And by neighborhood, I mean Charing Cross Road. I was told to wander around the galleries, and that roughly translates to Charing Cross Road. Where, Yay! I just found the ideal individual to borrow anything from. He seemed to resemble old money, which was wonderful since when it comes to new money, people tend to count every damn penny that they have, but now with old money, they wouldn't really notice if one of their numerous costs went "missing" (most of the time, nothing is a complete guarantee, of course). I had only just picked up several paper bills from the old money guy's pockets when I noticed the pale, mysterious-looking guy with greasy black hair hidden among the crowd. It looked like he was moving towards me. Damn it, how had I not noticed him before? He'd most likely been following me. Although I wonder how long he has been following me, I do not know these streets as well as other parts of London, which did give me a slight disadvantage, but I still knew them pretty well. Maybe if I was lucky, it would be enough to lose him; at least I hoped it would be. I made sure that Atlas was safe and still happily seated in my makeshift pouch before picking up my pace—not fully running, just speeding up a bit so it would be enough to lose him and at the same time not attract any unwanted attention. After a few minutes, I spared a glance behind me, searching for him amongst the crowd, but I couldn't find him. I felt a tiny bit less panicked now that I seemed to have lost him. I turned toward a small, isolated alley to think about what I should do next. I fully knew I couldn't just lead him to the theater and the others. I still wasn't completely sure what his intentions were towards me, but they probably weren't well-intended, I thought, entering the dark alley. Reaching out with my hand to pet Atlas, I collected my thoughts, forming a plan in case he would appear again. I took a single breath to slow down my thundering heart and compose myself. And just when I was about to exit the alley and head back to my intended area, the guy blocked my path, appearing out of nowhere and closing off my only way out. A single word resounded in my head crap.