Harshing walked into a run down bar in the centre of Muggle London, all around him the muggle world continued when the wizarding world was in jeopardy. It had not been used or, in fact open for a long time. The scent of rotting beer hit him - a sublime vinegar laced with a strange saltiness from nuts and crips.

He pulled his cloak tight and leaned on his black cane, he sat down and waited for the Oleander to arrive. The meeting place was here, the important thing was - he wasnt late.

*And neither was she. Bianca walked through the dark alley ways, ignoring the pleas from the homeless. She had a meeting. Bianca kept her emrald green cloak close to her body but kept the hood down. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, blowing gently in the wind. Bianca forced a smile when she saw Harshing up ahead. She didn't want to be here in the first place; she had buisness to attent to.* "Coldstone. Thank you for meeting me here at such short notice."

Harshing struggled up and bowed but did not return to his seat. This was a dangerous and powerful woman he was talking to, not a hogwarts student. He couldnt just kill her, he was sure that she had several Wizards watching him, wands trained ready to strike him if he should reach to his wand.

"Oleander." He met her eyes and the swish of the red pigment washed over his own. He waited for her to sit...

*Bianca sat, pleased that she wasn't going to have to forcibly teach him how to respect her.* "Please sit.." *She lazily motioned to the other chair as she crossed her legs and gazed back at him with her hard blue eyes.* "Now, about the owl you sent me. You wern't very clear about the nature of this meeting."

He sat down and placed his cane on the table. Harshing looked at her for several seconds, sighed then reconsidered. He finally decided how to phrase his entire argument using his oratory skills.

"Over the last two months you have risen to a height of great power," he explained, "With that power comes great responsibility and a great many opportunities. You control the violent mob. I want to discuss these choices with you today on behalf of the Protectors..." He paused, blinked, "and the death eaters."

*Bianca was about to tell him that she didn't care to talk about the protectors when he mentioned the death eaters. Her attention, which had slackened slightly, sharpened once again. Bianca's eyes narrowed and she leaned in slightly towards him, her voice dropping ever-so-slightly in volume.* "The death eaters? What about them?" *From what she had gathered, Harshing had seemed to have been following the straight and narrow lately. She had had no idea that he was dealing with the death eaters as well, and that scared her*

Harshing felt elated when he had captured her attention. "Yes, The Death Eaters, the Knights of Walpurgis, The Pure Fighters - whatever name you wish to give them. My cousin and I have begun the reformation of the Death Eaters."

He rapped his fingers on the table. "Everywhere I go I see mudbloods in power, I see the filth with wealth, doing well. We are being invaded, rotted, destroyed. The sacred lines of the pure blooded families are withering away before us. It is my job... my duty to correct the wrongs of the last century and to continue Voldemort's noble work."

He laughed at his little rant inside but gave nothing away. What he was speaking was well rehearsed idiocy, a visage.

"I know that you are a pureblood and would love your support to find lost death eaters, and work with us to purge this great nation."

*Bianca thought for a moment, drumming her finger tips together. True, it was a wonderful oppertunity to expand her power, but there were some draw backs.* "Some of The Oleanders are former death eaters. If this was to go anywhere I want it clear that their loyalities lie with me first and foremost. And secondly, some of the members of The Oleanders are not pure blood. And a few of them happen to be within my...inner circle. What's to become of them?"

Harshing took several seconds to answer. "Madame Oleander, Of course I would be being disrespectful if I lied to you. If the death eaters had there way all non-pures would be killed.." He bowed his head, "However the Oleanders currently possess greater authority than the death eaters so the undesirables in your inner circle would be untouchable.. of course."

He coughed.