Payback
Bailey cursed as her pick broke again, pulling it out of the lock with a huff. There were only so many times she could magically repair it before it bit the dust, she knew, but it was her only way into the flat. There were bound to be wards against magic, so the muggle way would have to do. Except her brief list of illegal activities consisted almost entirely of owning controlled substances, not breaking and entering.
She’d just put them in again when she heard something on her blind side, and swung her head all around to reveal the older man in the narrow alley who was-
Wonderful. He was staring straight at her. She blinked. The picks were still in her hands, poised in the lock.
“This totally isn’t what it looks like.”
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