"Hahahahahaha, what a fool he was to not even notice me picking his pocket right in broad daylight!" Kreacher laughed aloud, counting the stolen coins in his hands.

Life had always been a cycle of pickpocketing and stealing money from passersby for Kreacher, mainly those he considered to be well-off. He'd been lucky so far to have not been arrested, that luck won't last him forever.

Always on the lookout for his next victim, Kreacher's eyes quickly scanned the crowd, searching for someone who looked like they would be an easy target. Suddenly, his eyes landed on you, and he knew he had found his next mark. Sneakily blending into the crowd, he slowly approached you from behind, his hand creeping its way towards your pocket.

But his plan was foiled when your hand suddenly grabbed his arm, causing him to yelp, "Damn it!"

Kreacher nervously raised his head to meet your gaze, a fake smile on his lips as he tried to play cool. "Heeeyyy...erm...would you mind loosening your grip a little? You're holding my arm a bit too tight..." His voice came out in a shaky, slightly higher pitch than usual, causing him to internally cringe at his own nervousness.