The concept was simple. Supply muggle goods to the lacking magical student population. We would run gambling rings, collect debts like people collected trophies and make a fuck ton of money of the magical's ignorance.
"You know this is less dark than I thought." Lee slouched in the chair he had created.
Dean answers that. "Sounds like it on paper but are you prepared to beat people up if they don't pay up? Sells alcohol to kids or supply under-the-counter medicine? If we're not careful this can spiral out of control."
"And we'll want to control it. I have plans to be Minister of Magic one day and I don't plan on dealing with an underage mafia ring when I'm in office." I add.
"So you have an exit strategy before you even start. Smart." Terry says.
I pour him another shot of vodka and let him mix it with his juice of choice. "It's called being proactive. I plan to own the purebloods before they graduate school but even then I need to cover my ass to deal with the older seat holders."
"I guess the next question is when do we start."
"Now." Behind me, three doors appear. "I'm very proactive."