Meaghan, defender of the poor and downtrodden! (meaghan_way) wrote in witchway,
Meaghan had ulterior motives for going to Dobler's, and not even the ones you might've expected from her. No random se erm, encounters. No free drinks, though if anyone wanted to buy them she wouldn't turn them away.
No, she was there on business. Well. Sort-of business, depending on how you looked at it. If winning was a business, that's what she was there for. To win.
Specifically, to win a flown.
She entered the pub in the usual way and stood just inside the door for a moment, peering around to try and spot Roger. She didn't know the bloke all that well, him only having joined the League recently (well, recently compared to her), but she'd seen a few pictures here and there and met him at an event or two. If nothing else, it paid to keep up with what your enemies, er, opponents looked like.
And there he was. Meaghan smiled and, checking quickly to make sure she had her wand, she walked over to him. She wasn't going to try hexing him right there; it was against the rules... but she wanted to make sure it was handy for when he was somewhere more safe.
"Oi there," she said, sliding onto the stool next to Roger and grinning her friendliest, toothiest and least suspicious grin. "What's the occasion, or is there one?"