Inquiries and suspicions [12.30 pm]
The Banshee's Scream was (as far as Evan could concern himself) a ridiculously seedy establishment that garnered his loathing as soon as his nose made contact with the foul air being breathed by its patrons.
He wanted to arrive early. He wanted to negotiate a position that would be advantageous to he and Regulus. As he moved through the bar, leering at whoever dared to stare him in the face, he glimpsed the underbelly of wizarding society. The girls with their hair hung in their faces, the men with yellow fingernails and pipes full of what he was sure was opium ...
It made him sick. Was this what they were saving? Was this what they risked their lives for? It should be burnt to the ground!
But just as soon as he made it through the bar into the dank alley beyond, he kicked a few crates in front of the door and pursed his lips. This was potentially dangerous. He didn't like the way that the alley veered ... the way it ended as walls rose almost limitless above him.