<i>CRACK</i><br/><br/>Albiorix's boots slammed against the hardwood floor a few seconds after apparating within the tiny house on the outskirts of London, the shockwave of the magical transportation causing the house to groan lightly. The house didn't need much help with falling over, another gentle wind and Albi was sure the roof would start caving in. Though he never dared walk here, paranoid that some ministry official would follow him even though he made very sure that no Auror would have reason to suspect him of anything. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">Nathaniel? Is that you?</span>" A worn high pitched voice followed Albi's footsteps as he moved towards the kitchen near the back of the house. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Yes, it's me.</span>" He called out towards the other in the home. His tone changing from the one he had used with Borgin, this one much softer, the intimidation he held was completely absent.  "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">Come here so I can see you dear. Make sure you're alright.</span>"<br/><br/>He stepped through the kitchen into an even smaller living space, probably standing it about 5 by 5 feet with a large ugly lime green arm chair and a small box tv standing on a bedside table. In the chair sat an ancient looking woman, a bush of snow white hair atop her wrinkled head. An iv standing beside her chair connected to her arm. Another tube running to her nose to provide the woman oxygen. Her icy blue eyes looking towards Albi as he moved towards the TV to turn it off of its news program. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">Nataniel, I was watching that-</span>" She began to protest before she looked up towards Albi's face which was as usual, cold and emotionless though he couldn't hide the hint of worry in his stance, not from Margret. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">What's wrong dear? Are you sick?</span>" She tried to sit up thought in her old age she simply wasn't strong enough. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">No, I'm fine. I'm just coming back to let you know I'm going out for a few days. There is a job I have to do.</span>" He said softly, the woman's worry beginning to fade a bit as she let her head rest back on the chair. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">Oh, that's fine dear. You do what you must. I can take care of myself until you get back.</span>" She offered a weak smile, though Albi knew that was a lie.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">No need, I've.. hired someone to come over and help take care of you in my absence. He'll be showing up here later today before I leave.</span>" He crouched down in front of Margret, it wasn't a lie though he didn't exactly 'hire' anyone. More so, he used the Imperius curse on a man to come and take care of the woman. He made it so the man would stay as long as needed, and with any luck Margret wouldn't even realize he was gone. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Before you say anything, no, nothing you can say will change my mind. You need someone here till I'm back. Alright? Just a few days, remember?</span>" He spoke a bit more urgently, he could see her defiance peaking through with his words she grimaced a bit, before nodding softly. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">Very well, but if he steals one thing, I'm kicking him out!</span>" She warned which caused Albi to chuckle, moving to stand and turn back on her TV. The sound of some news anchor spouting some useless knowledge about the advancements of paper bags biodegradability. Though, Albi had lied, there was a very real possibility he would not be returning at all. Not if he accomplished what he set out to. Beginning to move back away towards the kitchen he pushed the thought aside as he went to the counter. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Have you taken your medi-</span>" He began to ask before he was cut off by Margret suddenly speaking, her voice a bit more clear. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">Your father would be so proud of you, Albi..</span>" Which caused Albi to stand deadly still. He never could get used to Margret's moments of clarity. Every day she thought that Albi was her deceased son Nathaniel, and Albi was content to play his role for her. Thought, every few weeks, a moment popped up where Miss. Margret was perfectly aware of who he was and... what he was.<br/><br/>Albi turned back to look at Margret to catch a glance at her, but just a quickly as it had come. She was now looking at the TV content, having fallen right back into her own delusion. Likely not even knowing the words that she just spoke to Albi. Albiorix shook his head gently, trying to shake her words as he moved to check her pill counter. To make sure she was minus four pills from the last time he counted. And as he counted he couldn't shake her words. For the longest time, Albi had not thought of how his father would view his actions, and if Margret knew the full extent of what Albiorix has done... and what horrible acts he had planned... He knew she would have never said that. Though after a few minutes of contemplation he finally pushed the thought aside. Reminding himself that nobody's opinion of him matter but his own.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
--------------<br/>​</div>It well after sunset when stepped out of his home, he could still faintly hear Margret talking to the nurse boy whom Albi had jinxed into aiding her over the next few days, or how ever long he needed. It sounded like he was right, he could already hear her calling him Nathaniel and he seemed just as willing to play along, though not of his own free will.<br/><br/>Albiorix looked up to the darkened sky, he could see even darker horizons ahead as storm clouds gathered over London. Causing Albi to chuckle a bit, it was almost as if the weather knew something. And with that thought in mind, Albi pulled out a small piece of parchment and unrolled it. All he had was a list of names, though what he needed next was their location for him to continue. Usually, it would be very hard to find such a small group of muggles, though this batch was rather special, and it just so happened that the ministry would have a file about each one of them and their location. So it seemed his first stop would be the Ministry of Magic.