Vi Apparated to the coordinates Daria had given her and found herself in Soho. She made a face and prayed silently that Daria was taking them to a club far away- Soho really wasn't her type of place. Huffing out a breath that blew some now-black hair off her forehead, the blonde reminded herself that Daria, from the little Vi knew of her from polite exchanges around the office and a bit of journal talk, didn't seem like a Soho type in the least. It was possible Soho was just a meeting point and that they were going somewhere that had a little less preppy, monied sheen and a little more life and soul.
"Ladies," she greeted when she spotted the two figures loitering in front of a flat. "Hope you haven't been waiting long. Hey Daria," she greeted, then turned to the woman she hadn't seen before. "And you must be Tonks."