Mystique walked briskly to the Hog's Head, it was a cold autumn night, and she had her cloak wrapped around her body, hoping no-one would notice her. But of course they would, she had a bright shade of red hair, not unnoticeable compared to the dark sky above her.
She had sent a note via Owl to Sofie Elkin earlier that day, it was regarding some personal matters about Aaron Marcheti, and the manor, both things that she was working hard on getting. Sofie Elkin was close to the leader of the clan, something that she desired, something she was going to get, no matter what stood in her way.
She arrived at 'The Hog's Head' and breathed out the smell of stinky men, who hadn't washed for days. She hadn't been here before, and wouldn't have complained if it was destroyed, however tonight it would make a great place to not be overheard, or would it?
"A butterbeer please" she said, in a scolding voice, and he just laughed at her, "We don't serve butterbeer, and even if we did, a girl like you shouldn't be in a pub like this with men like us," her eyes shifted and she could see men watching her every move. "But, we can pleasure you,' a man said behind her, squeezing her butt, her temper flared. She backhanded the man, and jabbed her wand at the bartender, "Butterbeer now, and a firewhisky for my friend coming," she said. The man who she had slapped was now on his feet, his wand drawn. "You're not going to seriously do that are you?" she said sitting down, at a booth. He yelled, "Pertrificus Tot---" "Incarcerous" she said, intercepting his words, and a rope coiled his neck, until the oxygen left his body. She sat down, and crossed her legs, "Anyone else got a problem?".