Does the light of five dull candles manage to fill up a normal sized dinky hotel room? Well, if you are planning to light up simply a corner, then yes. If you are wishing to read at all, you might as well be blind.

It wasn't helping Felix read over the book about past wizard mass murders. Not that they shared with him any information. He just liked to laugh at all their simple mistakes they would always make. Like first off, some bloke named something Felix couldn't even begin to pronounce, had killed a muggle family of five, right when the male in the family was chief of police. Like that was suppose to be a quite, out of the news kill. Pointless stupidity.

Although the whole idea of killing people seemed odd to Felix anyway. Not that it wasn't entertaining. But torturing was easily more fun. He chuckled at his sick thoughts, and slammed the book shut, that his eyes were straining to read. He smiled, and blew out the candles, ready for a good nights sleep.

His mind slipped to wicked thoughts again.
"Kill them all."
"Who?"
"All of them."
Felix sighed, and rolled onto the most uncomfortable bed, wiggling to get comfortable. It was near impossible. "Go to bed," was the last thing Felix said to himself, before a knock banged on his door.

A loud groan came from the lump on the bed as it waddled its way back off the hard object claiming to be a 'bed'. He answered the door with a loud,"What!?"

A young lady was standing only feet away from Felix. Who the hell did she think she was knocking so late at night? Felix was just about to fall into dream land. He didn't great the lady with a smile, a hand shake, or even a nice hello. He wasn't exactly the person to do such things to common people anyway. Such foolery of good deeds, or some crap his parents used to tell him, have always gotten people hurt. Being selfish, and pulled away from everyone was a much better way to get what you wanted in life.

He glared at the girl. She was about his height, and had calm brown hair, with matching brown eyes. An ordinary girl. Yet he felt the strangest feeling that he had seen her somewhere, but unable in the slightest to make a connection. Probably some stupid prat who he had offended in some way.

"Well pardon me sir. I was simply wondering if this is the place to go for people who do not believe that well certain people ought to be of equal status with the rest of the wizarding kind and want to get off their arses and do something about it," the stranger said calmly, not even noticing how annoyed Felix was. What was she talking about anyway? She seemed to put her words together like that of a five year old, not real sure how to express what she really wanted to. Felix didn't shake his glare from the girl, semi hoping he was making the victim nervous.

"What in the name of Merlin's beard are you blabbing about?" he asked very rudely. He suspected that she was talking about death eaters, but declaring that he had the slightest connection with death eaters just out to some stranger seemed very foolish and well... stupid. His mood instantly changed, thinking maybe this girl could be of use to him. Something about her seemed like he shouldn't just slam the door in her face.

"How about you come inside?" he asked, quickly walking away from the door, scooping up strange books, and hiding them under his bed blanket before waving the lady in. "Please sit," his hand flew in the direction of a short table in the far corner that was lit dimly by an oil lantern, and had old knitted table dollies that were there as drink costers for anyone wishing not to harm the already shabby looking table. Felix didn't sit down at the table, instead, he sat down on the bed. Staring at the lady, just to irritate her.

"And why in bloody hell would you ask me to come in if you didn't know what I'm here about?" Felix glared at her with a look of pure shock that she dare question his actions, yet hid the look quickly. "Let's just say that I feel we can be of help to both of us," he said, actually smiling. Felix was smiling. It wasn't a good smile, but it was a smile.

He flung his wand, and a cold jug of apple whiskey began to pour itself into two mugs. While the liquid was probably room temperature, it let off steam once it hit the mugs holding its shape. It had warmed itself, and Felix grabbed both glasses. He passed one to the new lady in front of him, and didn't bother asking if she would like a glass. If she didn't want it, she wouldn't drink it. But he knew how to be polite, no matter how much he rarely used the skill.

"So, I'm sorry, but I didn't manage to get your name miss..." he said lingering on the last words, hoping she would fill in the blank.

His head had begun to hurt, and he changed his spot on the bed, to that of a laying down one. Which made the pair look like Felix was spilling his soul to a psychiatrist or something.