[Charlie and Regulus - Septum Center]

The nondescript black SUV pulled smoothly into the parking lot before coming to a stop taking up an entire four spaces. Feeling the self righteous aura coming off of his servant at the chance of possible getting something past his master, Charlie frowned his disapproval but said nothing. There were much more important things to spend his breath on.

He climbed out into the chill night air, inhaling deeply the scent of the park that surrounded the church. Hands in his pockets now, The master waited for his servant.

The driver’s side door opened, revealing the smug servant and his newly acquired clothes. Gone was the stifling suit, made of the cursed fabric that constricted his skin and forced his newly created limbs to straighten themselves, lest the Servant aggravate the rough fabric of the custom made masterpiece of modern tailoring. Instead, he embraced his master’s suggestion, taking the silk clothes that he had spent nearly an hour selecting(Much to Charlie’s aggravation). 

After he took his own breath of the sweet air, Regulus stalked around the SUV and approached his master, carelessly grinning at nothing in particular as he proffered his hand toward the main door of the church. 

“After you, Master.”

Charlie reached out towards the voice, touching that shoulder and getting a feel for the direction leading to the church. He stepped out with a determined purpose and more confidence than a simple blind man could ever have when venturing into the unknown.

“Describe the entrance.”

After a moment of scrutiny, Regulus shrugged and to look at the door fully, glancing the entire church up and down. 

“Two wooden doors, probably oak, each about twelve feet in height and about four feet wide. Set in some sort of white stone. They’re at the end of a similarly colored walkway that curves slightly to the left from where we’re standing. I’d say… About fifty-two feet. There’s garden on either side of the walkway, with rose bushes being the most common sight within reasonable distance.”

Charlie nods and begins the approach to the doorway, polished black shoes tapping a cadence on the stone of the walkway. Feeling himself to be near the door, the master reached out a hand and placed his palm on the smooth wood of the door. His left hand mirrored the action and he strode through, throwing the pair wide as he entered the church.

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