[Notice: this post is not part of the Harry, Mark, and John canon-- anyhow, the careful and attentive reader who's been around since the early days, will know where to put this.]
John had been following her for quite some time, when she came really close to spotting him. Following somebody who knows you is quite difficult, especially in broad daylight. But over the past few months John had been practicing this fine art: first with strangers, people he first saw on the train, or on the bus; than he switched to people he knew by sight. After a few days of tracking potential prey John couldn’t really tell, whom he had really known beforehand and the people he got to know by following them. If you follow a stranger repeatedly they will eventually feel familiar. And if you, or as soon as you know somebody, you will be able to predict their patterns of moving through your domain. John had never had a thing for hunting, but following strangers sparked his instincts and he felt like he had been missing out on something, having never spent ours in the forest, trying to spot and kill an animal.
John had been following her for quite some time, when she came really close to spotting him. Following somebody who knows you is quite difficult, especially in broad daylight. But over the past few months John had been practicing this fine art: first with strangers, people he first saw on the train, or on the bus; than he switched to people he knew by sight. After a few days of tracking potential prey John couldn’t really tell, whom he had really known beforehand and the people he got to know by following them. If you follow a stranger repeatedly they will eventually feel familiar. And if you, or as soon as you know somebody, you will be able to predict their patterns of moving through your domain. John had never had a thing for hunting, but following strangers sparked his instincts and he felt like he had been missing out on something, having never spent ours in the forest, trying to spot and kill an animal.
You know, the hardest part is not getting spotted. If you constantly stay in plain sight and do not attempt to hide what your doing it won’t take longer than, say, some twenty minutes and you’re out. That is, if you’re lucky and if your in a crowd. Otherwise, it’ll be probably no longer than twenty seconds. But if you’ve done your homework you know the patterns. And if you know the patterns along which the object moves following them gets a lot easier. You can fall behind or take a short cut or a little detour and still find them again. Anyway, now, John was following her. His prime object. The one, for whom he’d been training. The problem was, he wasn’t too familiar with the territory, not being in his home town. He lost this advantage and thereby it didn’t mean much that he knew her. Actually, that made it a lot harder – you see, she knew him as well.
When she came close to spotting him, John had been following her for maybe two hours. That day. Ever since he got of the train two weeks earlier he had spent most of his time to study her behavior, her patterns. That day, he had waited for her to get off work and then started his usual routine. The problem was, she did not stick to her pattern. She broke the rules. Well, she didn’t know that she was part of a game. She didn’t know she was game.
When she came close to spotting him, John had been following her for maybe two hours. That day. Ever since he got of the train two weeks earlier he had spent most of his time to study her behavior, her patterns. That day, he had waited for her to get off work and then started his usual routine. The problem was, she did not stick to her pattern. She broke the rules. Well, she didn’t know that she was part of a game. She didn’t know she was game.
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