Finn entered the small cafe at the end of a street. Bells rang as he opened the door. This frightened him for a second. Harshing haunted his every waking moment. From word of mouth, Finn had heard that this was the place to combat the protectors. "I came here to find some friends." Finn called into the seemingly empty cafe. Finn knew that this is what one was supposed to say to find the mob.

*Bianca had been in the back room with her son and some of the mob members while they ate. She had been reading. When the bells rang, someone stood to go out to the cafe, but paused, waiting to see if whoever it was was ere for food or to meet with the mob. Bianca smiled when whoever it was called for the mob. The other guy sat and she strode out into the other room. She looked the boy over appraisingly before leaning over the counter towards him* "Hello....I'm Bianca Teller....I don't know if you've heard of me or not........I'm the leader of The Oleanders...." *As she talked, Bianca didn't break eye contact with him.* "What's your name?" *Bianca was trying to come off as friendly, although she was still very dangerious*

Simon held his wand under the table, the words "Avada Kedavra" ever ready on his lips if the guy should try anything. For a moment he looked at Bianca, those seductive curls, that feminine fragrance, the magnificent bosom... NO... never to be. Simon had dared to love Bianca since he joined the Oleanders, it bordered on obsession. Of course, he had done well to conceal this by acting like the tough guy. Say little, smirk at Bianca's jokes.

Didnt everyone have a crush on the most powerful woman in Britain, and perhaps the world?

Finn smiled on the inside, but on the outside he kept a straight face. He was finally taking steps to free his brother. "I've heard of you..." Finn said, "Though, not through proper channels I suppose... And certainly not from the people that should have told me about you." Finn said sarcastically, "I'm pretty sure Headmaster Harshing wouldn't approve of me meeting you... But I've run out of options." He paused.

"My name is Tatupu, Finn Tatupu." Finn still didn't look away. "I'm here because I have no where else to turn. I thought I could bring him down by myself, but I can't. He imprisoned my brother in Protector HQ and drove him to insanity. My brother is the only person I've been able to trust in a while... I hope I can trust you, Ms. Teller."

Finn didn't know if he should call her Godfather or what... Should he kiss her ring like he saw in muggle movies?

*Bianca paused a moment and just looked him over* "Of course you can trust me......Simonov....come here please.." *Bianca turned around so her back was to Finn and she was completely facing Simonov.* "Let's go upstairs and talk to Finn about this....situation of his...." *Bianca shrugged off of the counter and walked around to the front of it towards Finn.* "Who is your brother?"

Finn didn't know how Milo was known by these people. But what the hell, he would try to be honest. "My brother is Milo Scone." Finn replied, "He is my half brother actually." To be honest, Finn didn't know how many b*****d children his 'father' left behind. Just about anyone could be a sibling.

"Yes, I remember hearing about that durring the rein of the family. He was in charge and it drove him slightly mad." *Bianca started towards the steps, but paused and turned back to Finn as she reached them* "Harshing and I are allies. But I don't know how much I can really trust him. And I think it wuld be best if I severed those ties."

Knowing he was outnumbered, Finn knew better than to speak his mind. "Milo was a puppet for the Sentinus. I don't know why, he never told me..." Finn wondered why she was allied with the person who ran the organization they were trying to take down.

Simon nodded, pausing momentarily to absorb her awesome beauty before taking out his wand and flicking it towards the steps, indicating Finn to go first. He held the wand behind Finn's back. "Try anything and you will die." Was he trying to be macho? Prove something? No- was getting into character. The tough guy.

*bianca sighed and started up the steps.* "Yes....well...Sentinus wasn't that smart. He could have played his cards better and he didn't and look where it got him." *They reached the top of the steps and she extracted a brass key from the folds of her dress. She unlocked the door and pushed it open, then stood aside for Finn and Simonov to both enter*

Simeonov pushed Finn in then took a seat, watching listening and ready to strike. Several other shady figures hung around the room, each with their wands out- prepared to die for their Oleander.

Finn entered, but didn't sit. He waited for the invitation to sit. He didn't know what would be required of him to join the mob. He figured there would be something similar to a tv show he had seen where they had to hold a burning card of the family's saint. He awaited further instruction.

*Bianca sat in a chair at a small round table. She motioned to the other chair and sighed* "Alright. Before we can talk about Harshing we need to talk about your plans in The Oleanders." *Bianca paused and looked at Finn pointedly* "If what you want is accomplished, you need to still be loyal to us. Will that be a problem?"

Finn looked her over, then sat down as she requested. "I think our goals are similar, ma'am." Finn said politely, "I have no problem taking direction, and remaining loyal." Truthfully, Finn didn't know if he would be able to stay with them because he didn't know what her plans after taking down the Protectors were. Finn just knew that the first chance he got, he would try to take Harshing down a peg.

*Bianca silently looked Finn over. Se glanced once over his shoulder up to Simonov to see what he was thining about all of this.* "How old are you, Finn?" *She asked, her blue eyes locking back on him. She rested an elbow on her knee and her hand under her chin.*

"Seventeen," Finn replied, shortly. His birthday was coming up in less than a month. He hadn't thought about it in a long time. He had an awfully long life despite being only seventeen.