business {death eaters}

[piper]

Urgent meeting. Piper had to work hard at not scoffing at the idea of it, there was hardly anything truly "urgent" about these types of gatherings. She was fully counting on a higher-ranking Death Eater wanting to go on a muggle-torturing binge or something that really wasn't all that important, but she knew her place. Unfortunately, it might not be as high as she liked it where she could shrug these stupid things off. The one who had sent the message did outrank her. So Piper had come, wearing a suggestively tight black dress beneath an emerald green cloak. She had kept her hood drawn as she wound through the alleys- she couldn't afford to be recognized here.

Unlike the bulk of these idiots, Piper had a reputation to protect. She was working very hard at trying to get out of the Department of Mysteries, even if she hadn't managed to get in on some "top secret" project, and into the Minister's Office. The position of his assistant was up for grabs, and Piper was determined to make it hers, then she would be privileged to all sorts of information, as anything that went to the Minister would come to her desk first. She was keen to keep herself of use to Jezebel, and of late her position had become a bit stagnant.

But this... Her mistress would be most pleased. Piper lowered her hood as she entered the shop, it was the cleanest she had ever seen it, likely since Arianna Amnel took over the place. It was nice to see a woman's touch to the place, it looked nice in spite of the sinister items it sold. Orderly, attractive. Though Piper did not take long to browse, and instead went to the back where the meeting had been called. Of course, she was the first to arrive, even the one to send her the owl hadn't arrived. Typical. Sighing, Piper took a seat, crossing her left leg over her right, she really did not have the time for this, there were better things she could be doing...