A Little Sleight of Hand | Thad

Atticus had gone out to the Courtyard, amusing himself with practicing a few tricks, trying to get people to play along with some of them. Now, normally, a magician respects his audience. He wants their attention, their praise, and their surprise when a trick is completed and he offers the same when they figure one out in turn. 

This was not Atticus. He wasn't into this particular magic for the friendly factor. He was in it for the mind fuckery and trickery. He found it thoroughly entertaining when he managed to pull something off on someone, and more so when he got them to pull it on themselves. Because being a wizard and a magician, meant a little more shock in a scheme. 

Case in point being the one he'd just pulled on some random Vulpecula girl. He'd kept her attention in one hand with a magic trick, something he was finding a lot of purebloods to be sickly fascinated with when he showed him his wand was firmly in his pocket. Like sleight of hand was some miracle. 

But in the other hand he had managed to make off with her phone, her earrings, and pulled her scarf on right in front of her without her noticing a single bit of it. She had walked away so surprised and astounded, she didn't realize he'd spent the better of ten minutes pickpocketing her for his own amusement. 

He would return it... eventually. Right now he was busy taking a selfie holding up all her things to leave her confused when the items found their way back on her person. 

But as he looked at the photo he'd just taken he noticed there was someone standing behind him, and looking right at the camera as well. It was not often he'd been caught unawares and he turned quite quickly, the scarf wrapping itself back around his neck as he turned. 

"Hello there. You've managed to sneak up on me pretty well, so I applaud you there. Rarely happens. Never happens, actually. I'm quite attentive that way. Who are you?"