Location: Redacted then moves to The Banshee’s Cry (Pub)—Wizarding London
Who: @misscarrow
Subtly shifting the weight on his feet, Fenrir stood on the outer edge of the room for those who either weren't Inner Circle or were unmarked. This meeting was quickly approaching the third hour mark and the majority of it was politics in the weak Ministry. He tuned back in when he felt the shift in the air at what had clearly been a dismissal as everyone started filing out.
Fenrir moved with the flow and recognized a familiar mask. He slid next to her, ignoring the eyes tracking his movements. "Manners were instilled in that kid. He should attempt to make amends the next time he sees you. Outside of not killing, seriously injure, or maiming, do as you like for him to earn it."
By this time, they had reached the apparition point of their current headquarters. "I'm heading to the Banshee, let off a little steam. Wanna join me, little Carrow?" His head tilted awaiting her response.
