Who: Emmeline, Alexander When: Tuesday morning Where: Muggle diner. What: Meeting. Rating: TBD, probably low. Open/Closed: Closed (Let me know if this doesn't work, and I'll edit!)
Weeks into the Ministry's changeover, and Emmeline was so frustrated she could almost scream. She'd done almost nothing of use since she had to leave her position, and neither had anyone else, as far as she could tell. The only ones managing any sort of practical progress were the few who managed to stay at the Ministry, and even they were hamstrung. It was infuriating, galling, and ineffective.
And really, it was boring, which was driving her mad. If she'd had more warning, she could have taken some things from work, and from her flat, and had projects to work on in her spare time, but as it was she'd had no time to do more than flee the building, and then pass quickly through her flat to gather her dog and enough things to tide her over. She'd snuck back a few times, and hadn't seen any sign of it being observed, but she wasn't foolish enough to risk staying there.
Emmeline was patient, most of the time, and methodical, but she had her limits, and she'd had enough of waiting. She was almost certain that the man who had let her go the night of the Ministry attack was Alexander Greengrass, and she wasn't sure WHY, but given what he'd said since, in journals, she didn't think he had any intention of harming her. If he'd wanted to, he'd had opportunity. Emmeline was confident in her own ability to handle herself, one on one, but he'd had reinforcements at the ready, and the upper hand. He could have killed her, if he'd wanted to, and he hadn't. If it WAS him, but she believed that it was. And she wanted to know why.
She sent him an owl, asking him to meet her for breakfast at a diner she knew. It was small, out of the way, and easy to escape, if she needed to. It was quiet enough not to risk being overheard or observed, but on a busy enough street that Emmeline didn't think anyone would risk an open attack there. Even Voldemort didn't want the whole of the muggle world aware of him.
She slipped in early, a coffee in front of her so she wouldn't be pestered for an order, waiting for Alexander to join her, wand carefully in hand and pressed against her thigh to keep it hidden.