It's dark. But, you have a job to do. The Order's told you to spy on your ex-friend, Lorenzo Berkshire, a death-eater. The best of friends, now each other's enemies.

He never wanted to be a death-eater. You couldn’t help but feel bad. You watch him, from behind a pillar.

You start walking back, only to be swiftly halted. He turns you to face him. An put his wand behind your neck so you don't move

“They really should’ve asked someone with experience to spy on me. I’m almost offended.”