I heard the roar of his motorcycle before I saw him, quieting to a murmur as he parked beside the shed. I knew he would use the overrun bushes nearby to hide his bike and I heard the crinkle of the leaves as he walked to the door. Five steps separated his bike from the door and I counted them in my head.
“So…did the victim duct tape her door before or after she was murdered?” Agent David Rossi asked, amused at the sight of duct tape covering the hole in the shattered glass door.
“Ugh, Rossi, bad joke,” said Agent Emily Prentiss, shaking her head.Read More »
“Wow, you’ve outdone yourself, Scorpius. You’ve actually taken me to a place less romantic than our last date,” Rose Granger-Weasley looked around at the filthy tunnel under the bridge.
“You haven’t seen the surprise yet,” said Scorpius Malfoy.
“I don’t think I want to,” said Rose warily.
The stones of the archway were cool under her fingertips and the cobblestone pathway was unevenly potholed. The air itself smelled different here. A wet aroma of fish permeated from the market two streets over, blending with the rich spices and sharp ginger that infused the city. Read More »
A chilly breeze plucked a white petal off the tulip sitting at the open window.
He loves me.
A second plucked petal floated with the breeze before coming to a rest on the damp soil.
He loves me not.Read More »