Interlude II
The cold air almost froze the people walking in the streets of Hogsmeade. Valerie and Moe stood in front of the front door of the Hog's Head Inn.
“Why did you bring us here?” Valerie asked. “That paper only wrote a word, it didn’t tell you the location. And there’s a lot of shops selling Butterbeer.”
“That’s enough. I know what she means.” Moe walked toward the door, but Valerie grabbed her hand immediately.
“Don’t.” Valerie looked worried. “I’m coming with you.”
Moe frowned. “No, Valerie. I need you to stay out of this. Just wait outside.” She opened the door.
The Hog’s Head bar was a small, dingy, and very dirty room. Moe closed the door and soon she smelled something strong, might have been goats. Windows were encrusted with grime. A very little daylight could permeate the room, stubs of candles sitting on rough wooden tables.
She saw a hooded figure sitting in the corner of the room, drinking a cup of Butterbeer. Moe walked toward with no doubt, grabbing a chair and sitting in front of her.
“I saw your note left in the apartment.” She spoke. The hooded stranger nodded, reaching out one hand that was covered with feathers. “It’s getting worse, huh? Do you find any solution?”
The stranger shook her head.
“You have to hide it, or it only causes danger. I don’t wanna hurt you again–”
Claire sighed, took off her hood and showed her dark, black eyes. “No, the beast refuses to hide anymore.”