A New York bar. Upscale. Young and intense in that way that means everyone was holding a martini and scanning the room for people more important than they are. The noise was deafening, but that was the way that he often found it. It's not drinks, it's a competition. And the winner was him. He was sat way in the back using the No-Maj as cover. Behind a round large mahogany table, he stared in to the jungle that was the bar area. He acts like a winner. But hates the fact that people assume that because he is pretty, he is not smart. Because he was. Smart. And stylish but weary. People tend to underestimate him.
He didn’t mind meeting department heads in the cover of some shady bar on 49th Street. It was okay, but the island was so jammed it wouldn’t be repeated and would move to another bar in another street for the next department head. After all, right now it wasn’t smart for wizards and witches to be seen to regularly in the same place, so the meetings had to be sporadic and random in their occurrence.
His waiting had the patience of a hunter, the quiet stillness of a man in control of his body and his emotions. Unusual for a New Yorker.
Edward liked to meet the heads of department in a bar. It meant that he could see another side to them completely. After all everyone put a façade up for their work lives. He watched silently waiting for tonight’s meeting head.TAG: @HenriettaKane