Nathanael's pov:
It should snow tonight as well. The temperature dropped quite suddenly. It's not particularly cold for me, but I know someone that's certainly bothered by it.
Following Rosemary's scent, my senses are led towards one of the alleys surrounding the museum where I can very clearly hear the chattering of her teeth.
Eight pm sharp. Fairly punctual for an unscheduled meeting.
Just like that I can no longer find her scent around myself, nor can I hear her grinding her teeth. I deduce from that fact that she's placed her illusion charm around her wrist already.
I head for the nearest available entrance to the museum, which happens to be the door of the rooftop. Lucky me, unlike yesterday night, it's unlocked.
I trail the path leading me straight to the basement door. Surprisingly, it's not open yet. I lean against the wall behind me, waiting for her arrival.
