InsaneJournal

Who: Alexander and Astoria
When: This morning
Where: The Greengrass house
What: A visit of sorts.
Warnings/Ratings: PG for language and veiled threats

Alexander kicked back and stared idly at the ceiling for a moment not really seeing it. It was boring and kind of trite like the rest of the house but the Greengrass' were old friends as most of the pureblood families were. No he wasn't here for a social call, this was business. If he had his way he would have sent one of the minions to do the job for him but if you wanted a job done right you had to do it yourself.

His old friend had let him in, surprised to see him, but knew better than to ask questions. Most people knew better than to ask Alexander what he was doing there. His fingers were nimble as he found the cuff of his shirt and started to roll it up to just below his elbows, eager to show off the "tattoo" that adorned his forearm. He needed the girl to remember just who he was and who he served.

"You know it's rude to keep someone waiting love," he pointed out as the blonde finally walked into the room, shown in by her father, who promptly left. Alexander was a lot of things but no one would question his virtue around the younger generation. Especially a blonde, he hated blondes. They were too sunny. "Why don't you take a seat and we'll get this over with and pretend we hit all the rubbish social stuff you ladies set so much store by."