Ivane again watched with an earnest gaze, as yet another person wandered into the already formed group in the dark alleyway. Thinking it was quite unusual for this many people to be out and about at the same time of night, and happen to be in the same alley, Ivane felt a trickle of fear spread down her back. Was it just a coincidence that they were all out for strolls and managed to bump into one another? Ivane began to suspect that it could not at all be coincidental. She regreted revealing herself to these strangers now.
It was true the lady named Julie Finnigan seemingly had the Dark Mark, but still Ivane felt she shouldn't be so trusting, yet. For all she knew, it was a fake, having only seen a glimpse as the woman had waved her arm.
Ivane then turned her attention back to the man who had just joined them as he addressed the other man named Percy Weasley. It only then struck Ivane that the name Weasley belonged to quite a popular blood-traitorous family in England where she had resided. Narrowing her eyes at the pair, a bubbling of fear began to stir in her stomach. She suspected Percy Weasley would be a Ministry Official, including the man who he seemed to be acquainted with and did not like the thought of that what-so-ever.
Damnit! Why did I tell him my name!?Ivane thought furiously to herself. How could she have been so careless in the situation, keeping in mind that she was a Death Eater whom the Ministry of Magic in England were having mass witch-hunt for.
"And who might you bleeding-well be?" she said rather rudely, rounding on the newcomer, her wand fumbling in her hand.