WHO Evan Rosier and Fenrir Greyback
WHAT Meeting of sorts
WHEN Friday January 7, 2000
WHERE Silver Sickle in Knockturn Alley
RATING PG13 (sexual reference?)
STATUS Complete
Evan had finally begun work this week and he was thoroughly enjoying it. Finally a reason for him to stay out of that disgusting flat -- not to mention, he actually liked working. He made up an excuse as to why he'd be returning home late tonight because he was sure Hestia wouldn't like the truth.
Just going to grab a drink with another former Death Eater... Right.
Still dressed in his work dress robes, he apparated directly into Knockturn Alley. He couldn't risk being seen slipping down the dark, murky alley from Diagon. He looked around, feeling at ease already. At least he knew that most who entered here were like himself -- still of sound mind for the pursuit of Purebloods. He looked around for a brief moment, taking in his surroundings. He exhaled slowly, his hot breath billowing out into the icy night air. Knowing exactly where to go, he pulled his cloak tighter around himself then made his way to the Silver Sickle. He welcomed the warm pub air that met him at the door and quickly stepped inside. After pulling the heavy wooden door closed, he looked around the place, seeing if Greyback was already here.