Diana, for her part, was only just getting up around 12:30, having been the star attraction to a rather wild party the night before. She ached all over from what the guests had done to her, but she didn't really mind it today; she was going to get out of this life, according to her friend's word about his own friend, who could get her out of whoring herself out to the Death Eaters to avoid eating death herself! She hopped into the bath – forgetting that she had taken one last night, after the party – before getting dressed and Apparating to an alley at the side of the pub – something she'd checked out before this meeting, to be sure she could in fact Apparate there.
She looked about to make sure no one had noticed her, before walking out of the alley cautiously; she was, after all, dressed like a hooker, and Bloomsbury was really the wrong neighbourhood for such characters! She only wished she'd kept her old Muggle clothing, but... that just wouldn't have been allowed among her clientèle. At the very least, witches who sold themselves in such a degrading manner didn't typically wear robe sleeves, or even ankle-length robes, and thus her robes could almost pass for a dress -- albeit a rather sluttish, low-cut dress!
She spied James waiting for her, and hurried up to him. “Hey, sweetie!” she chirped at him, blithe as she had never been since James had found her again, after the war had ended. “Are we ready? Have you seen your friend come in yet? So what's he really like – I mean, to people who know he's more than a barkeep...!?” Her eyes were shining, as they had not been able to since she had been forced into prostitution almost six months ago. Oh yes, she was decidedly keen on James's friend, already!