Grimmauld Place. Riley really disliked the old house, it reeked off dark magic and there was a darkness about the whole building that made him incredibly uncomfortable. Yet it was the safest place to meet with the rest of the Order, he grudgingly agreed to that, although he had felt more comfortable in a No-Majs dirty, dark bar. Well, he couldn’t complain, it wasn’t like he often had to go there. Usually Riley would send his shadow cat Umbra with messages to maintain his cover. It had been, what, 5 years since he moved to England and started working undercover for the Order. Sometimes he was afraid his time amongst the dark witches and wizards were numbing him to the horrors of the world, his sense of duty was the only thing keeping him from losing his mind. That’s why it was important for him to actually go to Grimmauld Place now and again, to reconnect with everything he believed in and that there were people, like him, who wanted to save the world and it wasn’t a lost cause.
He was wearing a dark grey t-shirt with a v-neck underneath his favorite black leather jacket that he kept unzipped. His jeans were dark and slightly torn around the knees and pockets. He wore dark brown leather shoes and his hair was a complete and utter mess; as if he hadn’t combed it in a couple of days, dark brown strands sticking out in every direction. His light blue eyes scanned the room as he walked into the hallway. He had apparated to the doorstep as he always did. With confidence he walked on reaching the kitchen; everyone was always in the kitchen for some reason. His hand went to his cheek and scratched at the stubbles that he had forgotten to shave away, again. For once the place was pretty empty. But he had sent Umbra ahead to let them know he was coming in, the plan was to discuss some worrying rumours floating around. He could feel that something was going on; the air around his usual hangouts were tense.
Although he knew of Jane; he hadn’t actually had a proper conversation with the girl, only seen her at the occasional meeting. This was going to be interesting. Obviously he didn’t have enough concrete information to call in a big meeting; he had to investigate first and to do that he needed help. Umbra jumped down from a large cabinet, probably in an attempt to scare him; he didn’t even flinch. Reaching out he brushed the smooth black fur of the cat before it disappeared into the shadows. Umbra was a totem animal he learned to summon during his school years, he carried a statue of a small cat in his pockets at all time and it was that he used to summon it with. Although really useful for sending messages covertly, Umbra had a mind of her own and didn’t always listen to him, he had learned through the years how to coax her to help him. She would have been a normal sight for the rest of the Order members, but he had never actually explained what she was to them.
No one was here yet, he might as well get something to snack on; luckily someone had left some cookies out and he made a appreciative sound as he took a bite and sat down at the kitchen table.
@Jane Lennon
