Isla Blackthorn and the Bounty Hunters

[EDIT[OOC - I realized I posted as Thaor, and am too lazy to fix it xD]/OOC]/EDIT]

Isla sighed as she sent off four owls. Her plan was falling into place, and she needed to be careful now.
Her first owl was to Ms Du Hunt

Ms Du Hunt,

I request your presence for a business meeting at Satan's tonight at 6 pm.

Isla Blackthorn

Her second to Scorpius Malfoy,

Mr. Malfoy,

I humbly request your presence at Satan's tonight at 6pm to discuss a business venture than I'm sure we can find mutually beneficial. Attached you will find 50 galleons as a sign of sincerity.

Isla Blackthorn

Her third to Rivah Trenton,

Ms. Trenton,

I request your presence at Satan's tonight at 6 pm to discuss a business venture. Enclosed you will find 50 galleons as a sign of sincerity.

Isla Blackthorn

Her fourth and final owl, to Henry Yewbeam

Mr. Yewbeam,

I request your presence at a business meeting at Satan's tonight at 6 pm. Enclosed you will find 50 galleons as a sign of sincerity.

Isla Blackthorn

She watched the owls fly off into the distance for a moment before apparating to Knockturn Alley. She quickly checked her surroundings to be sure she wasn't followed, and walked to the nearly impossible to find entrance to Satan's. At the door, she paid the entry, and room rental fee for each of her anticipated guests, then found her was to an upstairs room to wait and hope they showed up.

(ooc: because we don't know how the trial will play out ill just imagine this is after the hostage but before Henry's trial)

Henry had been sat in the upstairs room of Borgin & Burkes, gazing over piles of paperwork. Scorpius Malfoy had asked him to know it all inside out, he believed it would be the key to save him from Azkaban. There was little hope in Henry. Hallie was a trainee auror and her husband a member or previous member of the wizengamot himself. Yet, as promised, he read through the papers.

The mouse-gnawed grandfather clock in the corner showed ten to six. Time for Henry to leave. He had an important meeting to attend to, a very important meeting. Being the grunt of a death eater that Henry was it was rare that he would take the time to attend the meeting but he wanted to prove himself. Henry was thankful that Du Hunt and Mr Malfoy were aiding him in his trial, glad that they hadn't exiled him from the death eaters, but still. Henry wanted to prove himself.

Grasping his cloak from the coat stand by the door Henry swung it around him, fastened it by the neck, then headed downstairs where he would leave through the front door.

The meeting location was an ideal place: Satans. The club hidden to all but those who knew the entrance and, being an employee in Knockturn Alley, Henry was well aware of where the club was. He'd never been. Perhaps, had he not go down the road to darkness and lost his friends, he would have gone - maybe with Hallie? But being the lone wolf that he was Henry would be stepping into the club for the first time. Perhaps he would buy himself a drink to make himself feel at home? It seemed a good idea despite the fact that he had no money.

His parents had kicked him out after hearing that he was a suspect and being trialed for the hostage of Hallie Rookwood, meaning half of the 50 galleons- given to him by Blackthorn-  had been handed straight to the owner of Borgin & Burkes where he was lodging. The other half: spice.

Henry had stepped up from sugar to spice since he let Hallie slip through his fingers. It wasn't a regular occurrence, sugar was still his preference, but something slightly stronger had been necessary. Not that Scorpius was away. Henry didn't want to picture what his lawyer would make of this so close to a major trial.

Before Henry knew where his feet had carried him he had stepped into the club. It was quiet. Then again that was hardly surprising considering it was only six o clock.

Scorpius strutted into Satin's like he owned the place. He didn't, of course. He'd thought about buying it out more than once, but had never exactly gotten around to it. Besides, he had Honeydukes, and all his cases. The Yewbeam case was particularly trying, especially since the man couldn't be more guilty of what he'd been convicted of if he tried. The wizard wasn't sure he could take much more responsibility. Being responsible was both boring and tiring. It was a little scary, how much of a grown-up he was sometimes. Of course, whenever he spent a day playing grown-up, he'd just balance it out by doing something immature as soon as he reasonably could. Like going out drinking and trying to break his record of how many Firewhiskeys he could chug in an hour. He'd done that last week. Scorpius still had a headache.

Upon getting a letter from Isla Blackthorn about a "mutually beneficial business venture" earlier that day, the wizard had unquestionably known where he would be a six that evening. The Malfoy had a mind for business, and he was hardly about to not attend a meeting after being sent 50 Galleons. Even he wasn't that rude. Usually.

On his way to the staircase, because the witch had almost certainly hired a private room from them to talk in, Scorpius spotted Henry Yewbeam. Quickly deducing that the other male was there for the same reason he was, the blonde walked over to his fellow Death Eater.

"Come on," the Malfoy said softly, left hand clasping Henry's upper arm, "Blackthorn will be waiting for us upstairs." Starting to drag the younger wizard towards the staircase, the lawyer caught a glimpse of his client's eyes. He was using. Spice, if Scorpius remembered correctly. He'd only used Spice once, but he'd been a Slytherin. He knew what a spice-user looked like.

Running his empty hand roughly through his hair, the blonde tightened his grip upon the other wizard's arm. It was almost like the other man was trying to get himself thrown in a cell. "We'll talk about this later," Scorpius informed Henry through gritted teeth, as they made their way up the steps. Releasing Henry's bicep, Scorpius turned the doorknob of one of Satan's private rooms, and entered.

((OOC: RJ, if there's something you don't like in any of my posts about Henry, just let me know and I'll change it.))

Rivah was a little confused. She'd gotten a letter from Isla Blackthorn of all people, asking for her to attend a meeting with the witch later than day. The blonde wasn't exactly about to say no. While Rivah was hardly a lower-level Death Eater, she knew better than to reject an invitation from such a seasoned one. While Isla was hardly as high in the Death Eater chain of command as some she'd previously dealt with, the woman still held a healthy amount of respect for the older witch.

What Rivah couldn't understand, is why Isla could possibly want to talk to her enough to send her 50 Galleons by way of post. It simply didn't make any sense. Blackthorn hadn't honestly expected her to decline, had she? Either way, the Department Head left work half an hour earlier than she had originally planned that day, to head to Satan's.

The female was dressed in plain black pants and a white blouse. The simple outfit was jazzed up a little by the large fur coat she wore. Rivah had never been one for understated dress. Fiddling with the golden chain around her wrist, the witch walked into Satan's. While Rivah was hardly a regular, the layout was familiar enough that she didn't need to look for the stairs, and just headed straight towards them. The bar was the emptiest she'd ever seen it. Then again, it was only six o'clock.

Opening the only closed door in the hallway of private rooms, the blonde stepped through the threshold with a click of her black heels. Isla Blacktorn wasn't the room's only occupant, however. Scorpius Malfoy was also there, along with Yewbeam, another Death Eater. Rivah sent the other blonde a small smile, and seated herself gracefully beside him. As well as both being Death Eaters, the two had worked together inside the Ministry often enough to be familiar. The witch doubted that the two of them would ever be friends, they were far too different, but they could be friendly. They would be friendly, if Rivah had anything to say on the matter. Scorpius was a damn good lawyer, and her Department could do with some decent connections.

A hand clasped around Henry's arm. Turning his head the rookie death eaters eyes met his lawyer's: Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius, however, didn't maintain his gaze but merely led Henry to a staircase across the room. Thankfully he knew where they needed to be, assuming they were both meeting Miss Blackthorn, or had Malfoy found out Henry's intentions? Surely he wasn't leading him to a private room to talk him out of assisting the elder.

"We'll talk about this later". Talk about what? Did that mean that Malfoy wasn't actually going to talk him out of his participation in the mission and Malfoy had received an invite too? But, what would his lawyer want to talk about with him later, what had he just done?

Henry's questions were answered as his dull blue eyes caught the reflection of a sugar addict in the mirror besides the door. He'd taken spice earlier that day. The death eater had intended to hold off until after the meeting but he'd needed the high to escape the paperwork. The high was what kept Henry alive but killed him each and everyday.

By taking the spice early in the morning Henry hoped it's effects would have worn off by the meeting. Certainly the actual high was slowly fading but his eyes remained that distinctive blue. Great. That's all Henry wanted. A lecture from Scorpius Malfoy about his drug abuse.

Lost in thought Henry was soon snapped from his daydream as the door closed. Rivah Trenton had arrived and chose to sit on Malfoy's other side. That made sense. Her and Henry weren't friends, nor would Henry go as far as to say they were acquaintances. Why on earth would she sit next to him.

Staring blankly ahead Henry began to scratch his fingernails lightly.

Katrina-Carlotta strode into Satan's with the air of someone less than pleased. The explanation for this was simple, she was less than pleased. The witch had received her letter only fifteen minutes before Isla wanted to meet with her, meaning that she'd had to ditch her previous plans. The woman had been in France with her good friend Marie, reclining on a settee with a quality glass of wine in her left hand.

Marie had received an owl, reminding Katrina-Carlotta that she should probably check her own post as well. Due to that fact that she was a wanted witch and more than a little paranoid, the woman did not receive post the way that most wizards did. All of her own letters were re-directed to a small, innocent-looking apartment that she owned but never stayed in. Sending one of Marie's house elves to retrieve any mail that she might have received during the day, the elf came back with two letters clenched in a tiny fist.

One of them had been from the son of the German magical ambassador asking for a meeting sometime next week, if possible, and the other had been from Isla Blackthorn. Reading the note, Katrina-Carlotta pursed her lips upon the realization that she would be expected in a mere quarter of an hour. Regretfully explaining the situation to Marie, and promising to make it up to the French witch, the woman had only smiled sadly. Pressing a lingering kiss to Marie's cheek, Katrina-Carlotta headed towards the nearest fireplace.

Stalking into the room Isla had payed for at two minutes past six, Katrina-Carlotta's eyes narrowed upon the elder witch after a quick scan of escape routes and faces. "You should know better than to expect me to receive mail in less than twelve hours," the European announced, not bothering to mask the irritation in her tone.

Isla sat motionless as she waited for her guests to arrive. She was lost in thought about the plans she was about to make. Her blank expression left when Du Hunt spoke. I knew it'd find you, eventually. she said, turning to Du Hunt.

I'm sure you're all bursting with anticipation to find out why I've requested your audience. But first, I'd like to make one thing clear. She said, standing at the head of the table.

You are each here because you each bring something unique to this group. My choosing you for this project has nothing to do with your status as a Death Eater.

You are each here, because I want to hire you. she continued. Now, I can promise you the pay is extremely good, and the money is guaranteed once the job is completed. But what I can't promise, is that the jobs will be easy, that you won't get in trouble, that you will stay out of Azkaban. she said with a serious look.

With that being said, you all know the risks, what you will be doing is no different than anything you've done for the Death Eaters, and you will be paid handsomely for your work. If you would like to know more, stay. If you don't want to take the risk, you may excuse yourself now.

Rivah refrained from snorting in amusement as Katrina-Carlotta entered the room, demanding everyone's attention as she so often did. The blonde was not an idiot, nor had she been raised around dangerous people like so many other Death Eaters had. In other words, Rivah was completely and utterly terrified of the other two females in the room.

They were both dark, deadly, and cold. The woman knew that she would never stand a chance against either of them in any kind of magical confrontation. Scorpius Malfoy would be more of an even fight, as far as the witch could tell. The Malfoy was certainly the more magically powerful of the two, but Rivah knew that she was more intelligent. Still, that didn't mean that she was particularly keen to find out.

Rivah knew very little of Henry Yewbeam, she doubted that he could be of much danger to her, but wouldn't discredit him entirely. After all, ten years ago she'd been ranked "most harmless" in her year by a student-run survey at school. At the time, it had probably been true. But Merlin, she was far from harmless now. After all, look where she was.

Then Blackthorn began to speak. She informed them of the basics of why they were there, careful not to go into any specifics. When she got to the dangers involved, Rivah shifted in her chair. A moment or two after the older woman finished speaking, Rivah stood as if to leave.

Her curiosity was buzzing like a bee that wouldn't stop circling her head; but she couldn't. The woman was so very tempted to stay and get involved, but wasn't sure if it was worth risking her job. And then, of course, there was Cael.

The blonde was about to take a step towards the door, when she caught Katrina-Carlotta's eyes. The assassin made sure their eye contact was strong, and then raised a single brow. Rivah hesitated, suddenly unsure if leaving was wise. Clearly, the other witch knew something she didn't. Probably noticing the hesitation, the European's lips curled into an amused smirk.

Letting out a small huff of air, the youngest witch gave a nod of recognition before allowing herself to fall back into her seat. The Department Head respected Katrina-Carlotta just as much as she feared her. If the dangerous witch though she should say, she would stay. "Understood," Rivah informed Isla simply. Damn assassin.

The arrival of Katrina-Carlotta Du Hunt, senior death eater and infamous assassin, disturbed the daydream Henry was drifting into. He had been replaying everything he and Malfoy had discussed, his trial was drawing nearer and Henry needed to be ready. It was going to be tough, Malfoy had made sure the death eater was well aware of that, but Henry needed to be found not-guilty. Freedom was all that Henry had left.

His fading blue eyes snapped away from Du Hunt. His punishment engraved in her eyes. It wasn't a secret Henry was scared of Du Hunt, she held power only he could imagine and in an instant Henry could be lying on the table before him. At least he wouldn't have to face his trial? But Henry was brave, he didn't want death as an excuse to shy away from facing his mistake, he intended to look the wizengamot in the eye and fight for his freedom.

Azkaban. Henry was already on the verge of a lifetime in the inescapable fortress and here he was signing up for a second chance of being locked away in a dingy cell. The smart thing would have been to rise from his seat and leave the room. To walk away unscathed and focus on the trial ahead of him. However Henry didn't rise, his eyes didn't glance towards the door, nor did they scan across to observe Trenton's move. Henry stayed seated.

'Understood.' The rookie needed to prove himself, show Du Hunt he wasn't going to be an ordinary death eater. His mistake had lost them gold, and a lot of it at that, he wasn't going to fail this and lose them more goal or worse: freedom.

Moreover the wizard felt as though he owed them. Scorpius Malfoy was his lawyer, and a fine good one at that - the fellow death eater had also agreed to work at a discounted rate. Loyalty.

Katrina-Carlotta had decided to murder Henry, but to award him with a second chance to prove himself. Loyalty, or so Henry believed.

Rivah Trenton had helped Henry, saved his life from Du Hunt's killing curse when he'd presented the news of his failure to the witch. Loyalty.

It was wired into Henry's nature to betray people for he'd betrayed in his past for too much. Hallie, his family, his friends. Henry had to battle the urge to betray one more, he needed to be loyal. Noble and prove to the death eaters he is the Gryffindor that he once was.

Katrina-Carlotta smiled slightly as Rivah sat back down. With the Trenton involved, whatever Isla had in store for them would almost certainly run more smoothly. Despite the Trenton's rather pathetic dueling skills and magic levels, the blonde witch was very intelligent. No matter what Isla was planning, a smart witch with connections could always be of use.

"I'm in, of course," the dark witch informed Isla with a wry smile. "However, the amount of time I'll be able to dedicate to this project might be a little less than you're hoping for. I'm about to get rather busy, it seems everyone wants me to work for them these days," Katrina-Carlotta informed the older Death Eater with an amused grin that was almost a smirk.

Arching her back in a stretch, the European settled back into the chair she'd sat herself down in. It seemed like no-one would be walking out the door. The only person yet to respond affirmatively was Scorpius, but the assassin sincerely doubted that he would decline, judging by the look upon his face.