Rivah wasn't a fan of Satan's, not really. While some would be bothered by the atmosphere or the crowd, Rivah didn't really mind either. What she did mind, was being seen in such a place. The witch was a high-up Ministry worker, and while it wasn't unusual for random people to wander into Satan's, it was mostly dark people that came often. So, the woman was very careful with how much she went to the bar. It would be bad if the wrong people got ideas. To most, she didn't seem the type to be a Death Eater, and that was the way she'd like to keep it.
The woman was at the bar sipping on a Butterbeer, thinking about something she should probably get done a the work the next day, when a familiar redhead walked in. Jack Dyllan, her old boss, the two had always good along. It was funny, Rivah thought absently, she was the boss now.
Eyeing up the younger woman, it became obvious that she was tired. No, exhausted. Rivah knew that Jack was a Quidditch player now, perhaps the sports professional had just come from practice. The Death Eater had to admit, her new job defiantly fit Jack better than her old one. Not that Jack was a bad boss, she was a great boss, there are just some things that people are just not naturally suited for.
Getting lost in her ponderings, the twenty six year old began to compare the two of them. To start, Jack had always been more of a doer and Rivah more of a planner. Both had their strengths and weaknesses, but when in charge of a department, planning was pretty important. Of course, there was the Dyllan's almost legendary lack of organization. Rivah was so organized that it could border on obsession. The redhead was blunt, loud, and outspoken, where the blonde always tried but could never quite make herself a people-person. On the magical side of things, Jack was likely fairly powerful, and was said to be quite formidable in a duel. The Trenton suffered from low levels of power, something she hated more than anything. Lastly, Jack was a member of the Order, and Rivah a Death Eater. The witch fretted over the fact that she might one day have to face the other woman in a fight, the guilt could sometimes get overwhelming.
Pushing her thoughts aside and figuring that the other witch mightn't see her, Rivah stood up with drink in hand. Walking towards her once-boss, the blonde waited until she was a few feet away before saying, "Jack, fancy seeing you here! Sit down with me would you, I'd love to hear your thoughts on the Department."