One did not simply walk into the Muggle world, without papers or skills or credentials and immediately become a respectable housewife, after all, but very few people knew precisely what Angela had done in order to claw her way into the life she deserved for herself (not that she planned to tell anyone other than her husband, who already knew). Her mother had either not noticed or not cared about the plants that Angela took from her rather extensive garden, and Angela had eventually turned those plants and their derived home brewed potions into a fairly profitable business.
It had been potions for many reasons: First because they were harder to track, especially if you grew your own ingredients. Second, because she was fairly good at them. And third, because they were so adaptable, so easily combined with the cornucopia of mind altering substances the Muggle world provided.
Eventually, she'd branched out into general sell and trade, and had acquired herself a Passport, a University degree, and a family and job history, as well as a tidy little nest egg. Angela had left it all behind at that point, of course. It had never been something to do forever, simply until she could recreate the life to which she was entitled and accustomed.
Now, however, things were becoming markedly more complicated, and one of the advantages of transactions of the...less than legal sort, was the ability to trade in intangibles as much as money. And sometimes said intangibles were more valuable than all the gold in Gringott's.
Which was why she was here.
Angela had left a dinner with her husband and several of his colleagues, returned home and put Adrian to bed after having him practice his Accio and addition, then headed out. She hadn't bothered to change, except to remove the most conspicuous accessories, and so she walked into the pub in a cocktail dress that was both fabulously understated and fabulously expensive, along with perfectly arranged hair and a pair of heels that cost more than the month's rent of a good deal of flats.
She looked around the pub appraisingly, seeing only one who could meet the description she'd been given by their intermediary, and so Angela walked toward the bar, settling in next to the young man and ordering a drink.
"How are you enjoying the weather?" Angela asked in a cheerful voice, although she had a great amount of interest in his answer.