Chapter 284: Snape Adds to the Script
After dinner. Around eight.
Between the dungeons and the ground floor ran a corridor nobody used. Barely any torches, the light thin and dying before it reached the far end.
Halfway down stood an unremarkable wooden door, its paint peeling in broad flakes, the handle spotted with rust.
Behind it lay an abandoned storeroom, crammed with junk.
Rabastan stood inside, keeping clear of the walls in case the dust got on his robes.
He wore a dark cloak, hair slicked back without a single strand out of place.
He considered tonight's arrangements nothing short of genius.
Moving on the last day before holiday. Even if something went wrong, neither the professors nor the Black side would have the time or inclination to follow up.
Snape had gone to grab the target.