But wile it should have been Florian... it was not. IT was Danica Iver... but not as she usually appeared. She had used a temporary dye to color her hair dark brown. He hair was in two, low, pony tails, a black, velvet flat cap on her head, and of all things a pair of glasses perched on her nose. A black t shirt and jeans completed her "disguise". Her lips were their natural color with just a bit of gloss and her usual dark eye make up was toned back to a little, light liner.
There was no ring on her finger.
she looked about the place with wide eyes, glanced at a mop sitting out in the open with a bucket of dirty water, and how to retrain herself from making a face. she was sure the crude patrons of this place would not have turned up their noses, or insisted it be removed and the manager called.
So this... this was the place her cousin owned. This was the place her husband use to spend so many of his early days. She had never once stepped into Knockturn Alley before now... and it was as awful, and thrilling as she had expected!... Alright... a little less thrilling then expected. She had not seen one dead body. And The Blood Moon Inn? Well... it did live up to it's reputation.
She felt nervous and yet... oddly liberated!
Danica smiled to herself. She was happy to see there were other women here. She felt a bit more safe... Oh hell! Wasn't that one of Astrid's terrible twins?
She did not recognize Jodie as she had never been introduced to her and she did not go to Astrid's rings... she had never been formerly introduced to Magda either, but having known Astrid for years she did know of her and her sister. Well... maybe her disguise would fool her... she would have to see. She had clearly been spotted.
Danica cleared her throat, then walking confidently up to the bar, she stepped between Jodie and Magda, looking from one woman to the other, then looking at Magda she said, "Do you know who I am?"