Remy was coming from work to this meeting, the first she had attended in a few weeks. Her assignment, as far as she could tell it, had been to hang around Satan’s and see what she could hear of what was going on. Being a bartender, she had heard plenty, but she wasn’t sure to what extent she was planning to share her information. In her experience, it was always best to be holding an ace when everyone thought you only had a pair (though everyone already knew Remy had a nice pair).
This whole Death Eaters/Order alliance already had Remy on edge, because to tell the truth, if they couldn’t figure out what the hell to do within their own factions, Remy wasn’t sure how adding even more dissenting voices was going to help anything. Besides, Remy liked to operate under the radar, and standing in a room with all the biggest players (who she would like to be playing) didn’t fall within her desirable situations list.
But, if you want to play with the big boys, you have to play by their rules, so Remy parked her motorcycle in the bushes near the road and hiked up to the Shrieking Shack. This was no Malfoy Mansion, but Remy couldn’t afford to be picky. For now, she was just doing as she was told.
Pushing open the door, Remy entered a room with two redheads. Vito’s freaking wet dream… Remy thought to herself as she recalled his comment about how she would look better with red hair, back when he had first hired her almost a year ago now. Remy didn’t know either of these two women – women tended to register lower on her priority list than men, in general – but she didn’t really care to know them either. She just needed to figure out which one was in charge, if either of them, while remaining as inconspicuous as possible.
“Evening, ladies,” Remy said, pushing the door closed behind her with her foot, “No one told me about the redhead dress code, so you'll have to excuse my lack of costume,” she added lightly, raising a joking eyebrow in the direction of the two younger girls who stood across the room.