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<p>64. Thread Prompt:<br>
Time of Day - 4pm<br>
Location - The Three Broomsticks<br>
Subject - Superior, Lurking, Emergency</p>

<p>Sheridan was working for Devon superior for quite some time and she did a few odd jobs for her, but for now it was a training before the brunette joins the guild. This morning Sheri’s boss pointed out a random person in the crowd and asked her to follow her. So she did entire day. It was really boring task and the young thief hoped that her superior will show up and tell her to do something more entertaining.</p>

<p>Around two the subject walked into the Three Broomsticks – a crowded place, where almost every respectable member of the society met with each other, exchanging newest gossips, making business or just spend leisure time. The Hogs Head was for middle or lower class or for those of them, who did rather shady businesses. The crowd was a good lurking place, but at the same time it was a disadvantage: she could lose her target.</p>

<p>Trying to maintain eye contact with the girl, Sheridan took a free seat by one of free tables and hide herself behind the newest Daily Prophet, that someone left on the chair next to her.</p>

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<b>OUTFIT:</b> here
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It was a chilly, february day. Paulette de Montfault was out and about on a little shopping spree for no real reason. Officially, she was looking for things for her approaching wedding, but it was only a cover so she could get out of the house. She was never the kind of person to stay there long hours, because she was getting bored quite quickly. That is if she wasn't making some potions. Sadly, she ran out of ingredients so she decided to stop by the apothecary to fill some of her supplies. As usual, she got everything there, because ever since Mr Flamel had taken over the shop, he took care that they have even the most hard to get ingredients. As long as they don't pose a threat, obviously.<p>

After finishing all she wanted, she stood by to get a cup of warm butterbeer or something else to drink, because she got cold while walking on the street. She knew someone was following her around. The girl might have been many things, but not stupid. There was also a manipulative streak inside her, which made her feel [s]superior[/b] every time someone fell for her games. She knew the brunette followed her, though she didn't know why. So she decided to play with her a little.<p>

Paulette looked around, pretending to be afraid a little and after a while, she sat by her stalker's table. ”Excuse me miss, I think someone is following me. Do you mind if I sit with you? I'd feel much safer.” The girl said, looking really frightened.

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<p>Target got close to her. At first Sheridan was terrified. Was she going to yell at her? Was she discovered? No, it wasn't possible. Those upper class girls weren't THAT smart. The brunette watched her target carefully above the edge of the Daily Prophet.</p>

<p>However, as soon as Sheridan heard her words, she knew that she was detected. The girl underestimated the other. She put on face a neutral expression and put the newspaper aside. "Sure, you can sit" she said, smiling politely and then changed her expression to a little worried. "Are you sure that someone is following you right now? Maybe it's just a matter of coincidence?"</p>

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Paulette seemed a silly, upper class girl to many, but it was a great deception. Underneath it all, there was, what some called, an evil mastermind. Of course, the evil thing was said by people who disliked her. The young woman was a good person, certainly better than her younger sister, at least in her mind.<p>

Though today she certainly was being mean to that girl. She was stalking her and Paulette liked to play with her a little before getting the truth why she was stalking her out of the girl. It was just more fun this way.
”I'm quite sure, miss. I am sure someone is following me and I feel afraid...” She took her hands into hers. ”Please, keep me company!

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