While Ella hated working for someone else, she really hated having nothing to do. Sure, she was more than capable of entertaining herself, but there was that whole not being able to obviously prey on humans thing that put a serious dent into the number of things she could do while maintaining her freedom. It wasn't that she cared to abide by rules or whatever, but at least keeping her activities in check was a lot better than being commanded by fucking Voldemort or sitting in Azkaban for fuck knows how long. In the end, she liked her freedom more than she liked hunting. That wasn't to say she wasn't getting creative, though.
Either way, getting drinks was a welcome change in Ella's day. Truth be told, she had missed her friend. Melinda was a good one and the only reason she hadn't said anything before she had up and left was because she wasn't going to actively put Melinda in a position to choose between Ella and her own livelihood.
Whatever, there were drinks now, so obviously they were at least somewhat cool. Unless Melinda wanted to kill her or something and at least that would be a fun ordeal. Apparating over to Melinda's flat, she knocked on the door and called out, "Hey Whore, it's me. I brought my vagina and its diary over to get reacquainted with your face." She really hoped Melinda had neighbors.