A/N: This is set after the stories, all of them are alive.
Madame Thénardier prowled through the streets of London, dissatisfied with the city. She preferred France to England, and didn't enjoy having the meeting here. She kept glancing at the street signs, looking for the one that she was told to find.
A couple of months ago, an owl flew in the window of her home and dropped a letter. After screaming and yelling at the owl, which did nothing, she opened the letter. It was a request for a small gathering of women with very certain goals. She decided to join and wrote down a response. After hesitantly giving it to the owl, the owl took off into the night sky. Madame Thénardier dismissed it as a dream until the owl came back weeks later with another letter. The owl kept coming back with more letters. The letters gave her the time, date, and place of the gathering, all separately. Now, the meeting was upon them, and Madame Thénardier would see who exactly was behind this.
"Would you like a pie?" Madame Defarge glared at the woman behind the counter. "No," she hissed through gritted teeth. "We must focus."
"The others haven't arrived yet," Mrs. Lovett pointed out as she shoved some meat pies into the oven. "We might as well talk on full stomachs."
"What kind of meat is it?" Madame Defarge asked, surveying her fingernails.
Mrs. Lovett grinned, "It's a surprise."
The door flew open with a bang. Mrs. Lovett and Madame Defarge turned, unfazed, and watched as Bellatrix Lestrange walked in.
"The other one should be here shortly," Bellatrix said, and sat down across from Madame Defarge. The two women observed each other coolly, while Mrs. Lovett set some meat pies down on the table.
They all waited in silence until Madame Thénardier came in. She observed the three ladies, and saw how Madame Defarge was dressed as a Frenchwoman. She then decided to sit down next her. Mrs. Lovett took her seat next to Bellatrix.
"Why have we been gathered?" Madame Defarge asked stiffly.
"Simple," Bellatrix grinned. "World domination."
