Menria stared at the crowd in the bar quietly. There were many people. So many people intoxicated by her concoctions and contraband potions. She liked targeting people and watching them, when she wasn't making Dragon's Blood and Witch's Bane.
For instance, there was a lovely young couple, or rather love struck. A nice girl with flaming red hair and deep brown eyes stared at her partner across the table. He himself was quite a looker. Menria would definitely lay with him. He was pale and white like the snow with ice gray eyes. He was like a white flame against the darkness of the bar. He touched his red haired vixen softly, curiously.
Menria grinned as the girl blushed timidly and jumped from the table. She dashed to the bathroom. 'Why is such an innocent girl hanging around in a bar with such a fetching chap?' She thought.
She abandoned that table to watch other random customers in her wonderful establishment in the darkest part of Knockturn Alley.
Paprika Smith, a half-blood witch, powdered her nose quietly in the bathroom. She was a mediwitch working for the Minister of Magic's Applications and Development of Magic. It really wasn't important to her, the wizard waiting for her at her table. He was dashing yes, but this Lockhart didn't seem to have anything going for him. He seemed almost... squib material. She shrugged off the thought as a young red haired girl walked in.
It was interesting to see the girl in the bathroom's half-light. It seemed almost like her face was melting as she stepped in. With shock she saw that her imagination wasn't tricking her, the girl really was melting, or rather changing.
Her red hair tinted into different shade of many sorts. Her brown eyes darkened and her pretty lashes thickened with an added layer of makeup and eyeliner. She unpocketed her wand and before Paprika could do anything she heard the words "Avada Kadavra".
The red haired teen, a one Ginny Weasley, waved her wand again and spoke in a Latin tongue. Paprika's dead body shrunk and twisted into a discreet little matchbox. Pulling a cigarette from her fine silk purse Ginny lit the Muggle item with a match from the matchbox off the floor. "Gotta love transfiguration," she muttered, the cigarette wiggling between her lips.
She turned to the mirror, admiring her little diamond stud nose ring. Draco always brought her the best. With a wink at her fetching reflection she disapparated.
Draco himself dropped the proper gallon, six sickles, and eight knuts for the glowing red Dragon's Blood on the table. His body was already pumping from the quarter glass he has drunk. His mind was already spinning do to the noise in the bar. Ginny was probably already done.
"I really must be off," He mumbled to himself rubbing his flushed face, "She'll already be waiting."
Menria caught sight of Draco as he disappeared. He had left his girl in the bathroom, poor thing would be broken hearted, but it happened. All she really cared about was the money he had left for the drink on the table. She had to get to it before one of her wonderful customers decided to steal it off the table.