Bastian smiled, a grin to him self mischief glinting in the corner of his eyes. Rain slowly starting to fall the patter tingeing of the windows of Joyce’s home.
It wasn’t a hard thing to enter, a spare key from under a flour pot solved the problem. The reason to spoil all the milk. It was something he couldn’t help but do. The milk had spent a good fifteen minutes in a microwave then left to cool in the fridge, wouldn’t of been a surprise if it started to put the fridge on defrost. It wasn’t the only thing done. He couldn’t help be re organised her music collection. The cds put in wrong case’s mp3’s re labelled, followed by every DVD. Then boredom set in. the music was cranked up loud. But it was different to the music he heard from his personal MP3 player.
Held in his left hand as his hands went up as he danced badly to a wrong beat, singing softly in impish it probably would have looked better if he wasn’t in a pin stripe suit, loosely buttoned. Ignoring the cold wind from the partly open door, ignoring the darking light from the clouds. The drop in temperature as the rain started to pick up it pace.
Then a thought came to him, as he looked round for a phone, take away and be gone before she who shall not be named get’s back. Spending a moment and seeing it, picking it up and slowly starting dialling.
Home 
