Open door, close door, insert key, lock, then walk. The nightly routine of going for a walk from eight thirty pm to nine pm was just one of the many habits of Elias Hunt. He ate modestly, lived modestly, and worked quietly. Not much was known about the half-blooded, blond wizard recently returned from an overseas study of magical politics. He was polite to his unsuspecting muggle neighbors. He tipped the milkman. He had no pets. He dressed upscale, but casual. He walked to and from work at a discrete office building, and could talk for hours on the economy.
Elias Hunt was a shadow of a man, and the man who cast that shadow was a very patient one indeed.
For a week now, the moderately built blond lived a moderate life that was spare on action and spare on words. He wrote letters to a newspaper that nobody read. He counted on the fact that his letters weren't read by the public. They were censored. They were blocked. They were grabbing the wrong attention. Except, to a man who cast a shadow such as Elias, it was just the attention he wanted to get. Knowledgeable, cocky, confident, and trustworthy. Eager to prove himself with the capability to do so. He was young, but he was hungry. The name Elias was just as unknown as the name Jake. Both men, however shared one very important trait in their fabricated and not so fabricated lives: ambition.
Yes, as Mr. Hunt walked the path that Mr. Sullivan put him on, he waited for the opportunity to let that ambition through. After all, Mr. Sullivan had ambitions far beyond that of any man or wizard in all of Great Britain. That, however, was another life and another time. For now, he would walk for half an hour, then retire to wait, work, and walk again.