RP: Hermione and Gilly
Who: Hermione and Gilly Where: Seductive Siren When: Sunday Evening What: Hermione is searching for a hired thug. Apparently Gilly is too. Status: In progress
If there was one thing Hermione Granger couldn't bare it was feeling useless. The trace they'd put on certain words was proving useless, and she had apparated to the Parkinson estate so many times lately she was half convinced Pansy had Lucius Malfoy hidden in her spare drawing room. She wouldn't put it past the foul woman. Well, alright, maybe she wasn't being fair. Or unbiased. But she hated Pansy and everything she stood for. Pansy Weasley. Bullshit.
She'd finally connected the trace to her DA galleon, so that when it went off the coin would display the area of the trigger. That way she would only have to go if it wasn't Parkinson.
But that left her with very little to do, and since she'd all but quite her job at the Ministry she felt useless. Somehow media reform and magical law just seemed trivial these days. So she hooked on to the one thing that seemed to be over looked, the attack on Anthony Goldstein. She didn't blame the Aurors for not giving it their full attention, they had million things to be getting on with. Besides that, Harry Ron and Neville were the only people there she even remotely trusted.
She met with Anthony and got the whole story from him, and then sent out her feelers. It was amazing how many people she'd picked up over the last few years with her charitable work. People who weren't always on the right side of the law, but who knew things others just didn't.
There were several people fitting Anthony's, admittedly vague, description who were also known to take seedy jobs for money. The most likely was a man named Fane, but he apparently hadn't been seen in months, so she ruled him out. The next best bet was Harold Clark, a known thug and probably murderer. He was fond of a gentleman's club is Knockturn Alley, so that's where Hermione went first.
It wasn't the sort of place she normally frequented, and she stood out like a sore thumb. She left quickly after, making note of the corsets, stockings, and getters worn by the wait staff. She transfigured her hair to be long, straight, and pitch black and her eyes to be light blue. A quick trip to a muggle department store and she was ready.
Hermione slipped into the club through the back door and mingled with the other girls carrying drinks. She scanned the room, looking for a man matching her contacts description.
There, in the corner. There was already a girl dancing for him, but Hermione managed to get close by pretending to drop a cup and letting it roll right over beside him. She made a show of picking it up, trying to get a good look at him.
It was definitely Clark, now all sue had to do was get rid of the dancer so she could talk to him. Discreetly, of course...