Morgan Reed entered the seedy Knockturn pub and spied his quarry easily. Drinking in the middle of the day. Disgusting, she was. Such a shame, but she could be useful. There was a certain apathy to her just now that Mother found very interesting. She was harboring Vincent Crabbe. That would have to be dealt with. Psycho werewolf was not the sort of message they wanted to send. Violence should be more discreet. That's what Morgan was employed for. He was discreet, efficient, and the bodies had yet to be found. Unless it suited Mother's purpose for them to be found.

She was also breaking into apothecaries, stealing dangerous and rare ingredients, and selling black market potions. That would have to be dealt with as well. For now she had caused not harm to anyone but herself, and Mother was patient. She would let Greengrass play her little game for now. She believed this one would be turned back into a proper lady. Morgan had his doubts, as did many others, but when the Mother had faith, the rest fell into line.

He watched her. Daphne Greengrass really was a disgusting creature in his opinion. She had no pride left. A pureblood like her should take better care of herself. He knew he was no better than a hired assassin, but Carfax got to babysit Potter, Capper got to chat up the lovely Lavender Brown, and he was to recruit the Slytherin whore? Yes, that seemed fair, but then again, he didn't have Lorelai's ability to hide her real personality or Simone's closeness to Mother. He approached Greengrass slowly.

"Might I buy you a drink? Something to eat perhaps?" A bath? A hairbrush? Comb maybe? Breath mint?

Daphne glared at the man. He was her usual type - tall, dark, and sinister-looking. However, Daphne was in no mood for company. She'd just come from Whitom Park. No one had answered. It looked like no one was even there. Tracey wouldn't have buggered for somewhere with her dope, the Parkinson bitch, or her manwhore without at least an owl. Tracey was polite. Buggering off and not owling was what Daphne did.

"Not interested."

Morgan smiled slightly. She was prickly. Maybe this would not be as bad as he had anticipated. Nice people were so boring, after all.

"You are interested," Morgan said smoothly. "You just do not know it as of yet."

Daphne glared at him full blast.

"Or do the whereabouts of Tracey Davis no longer interest you?"

Daphne bristled. If you've done anything to Tracey, I'll kill you right here.

"She's quite alive, I assure you. Come along. Let me take you somewhere for a decent meal. We can discuss the former Miss Davis and a proposition I have for you that would lessen you need to pilfer from the likes of Severus Snape. Petty thievery and illegal potion distribution are so beneath a pureblood after all."

Daphne looked at him. She didn't move.

"I prefer not to discuss your possibility of getting most of the Greengrass Estate back here if it's all the same, girl, so move your bony arse," Morgan hissed in her face.

Daphne grinned. Now he was speaking her language.

"You have me at a disadvantage, sir. You obviously know who I am, but I do not know who you are." She had held herself straighter and spoke like a society lady.

Morgan was slightly impressed with the fact that she did know the niceties, but she obviously chose not to observe them.

"My manners, Miss Greengrass. Do forgive me. I am Morgan Reed."

"Pleasure."

"Likewise."

They didn't mean a word of it. Daphne knew how to play this game though. She'd been participating in it for most of her life. Reed offered her his arm, and Daphne took it. She was curious now, and that was always a dangerous thing, but he'd hit her where it would always matter - her family's money and Tracey.


{SUMMARY} Daphne gets approached by a member of the Liberi.