An Old Face

[Nicolae Torque]

Nic sat at a table, his back in a corner, staring at the passersby while drinking coffee. His black cloak was long and even though it was day outside it was like a dark cloud hover over this individual. Nic's eyes passed over everyone taking in what they wore with a glance and mapping out different routes to take to escape anything that came his way.

If the big guy keeps going straight I'll make a bee line in a diagonal line than make a sharp left, if the guy stops, than I'll make a straight than right. It'll be easier to see who's coming at the trees. Nic couldn't turn his brain off. Even now sitting with his back in a corner he was making sure he could see anyone that would approach him. Thus as his life has become

[Hiro McVeil]

Hiro had finished off his shift at Honeydukes and decided he was going to need some wake up juice if he was going to get half the things done he wanted to accomplish today. Unknown to him he was being carefully watched since the moment he walked in. After placing his order Hiro went to find a table that he could just collapse in, it had been a long day already and there was still much to do. Unfortunately he seemed to have chosen the busiest time to try and relax, all around people were having their conversations over their lunches or coffee breaks.

It seemed that the orange haired blindfolded recent graduate would be forced to sit at the bar where he was sure he would get minimum relaxation. He stood for a moment hoping that someone would get up and leave before he crashed onto one of the crowded bar stools.

"I like this place better when it's not jam packed." He muttered to himself debating if he should just get his things to go.

[Nicolae Torque]

Nic watched a blindfolded man enter and he couldn't keep his eyes off him. Not entirely true, Nic did glance at other passerby, but it was this man that Nic couldn't stop watching. Nic hadn't met many people that blindfolded themselves. In fact the few other blind people he met wouldn't wear anything over their eyes, but stare at you with those milky white orbs. Than again those people were intentionally trying to be intimidating.

Nic sat back and shook his head no. It couldn't be his old friend Hiro. Hiro didn't have orange hair. Nic tried to remember what color hair he did have. Plus Hiro would have graduated by now. Surely he wouldn't still be in Hogsmeade, but in some sort of academy for aurors. That's what Nic always say Hiro and Drew doing. No, this had to be some person that looked an awful lot like his friend. Nic couldn't shake the feeling it was his friend. He had learned to trust his gut and right now his gut was saying that was Hiro. But how to make sure?