This definitely wasn't the sort of place that Alexandra would go all on her own. A party? That was nearly as far from her personal life as suggestions of romanticism were. Sneaking off to fancy parties seemed as if she might've been gaining a social life but in reality... she was working. Forget the fancy mansion and the beautiful people.. she was looking for an informant.

The rythm of the crowd around her was easy to fall into, even when she didn't intend it. A crowd full of enraptured, focused witches and wizards. Music was a beautiful cover. It was loud, people were always pushing closer to the front or to the back or to the side, and they were always focused. Flowing with the crowd meant not standing out and not standing out meant there'd be no one to question her. Not that she was at all noticeable. The number one benefit of a diminutive height was moving through crowds with little to no notice. There were witches all over with brown hair and brown eyes- the taller sorts would stand out but someone who could drift through the crowds? There never had to be much attempts on her behalf to hide. The party was a perfect show of this. Casual enough that she didn't have to come up with much of a bedazzling hex. It was a perfect time to get a bit of information. Her attire was a bit more put together than usual- a dark green robe that dropped well below her feet with oversized sleeves. Despite the [as she saw it] fashionable quality it served, it certainly made for hiding her wand against the length of her forearm conceivable. It might've seemed useless- this was just a small time party that she'd concluded had no actual threats... but that definitely didn't mean she shouldn't be prepared. That the extra second she gained by having her wand at near immediate hand would mean life or death.

She didn't listen to the music. Instead, she focused looking for her supposed informant- strange eyes intent onto every face in the crowd, every descriptive verb she'd been communicated to. Honestly; she wasnt even completely certain that there was anything more than a rouse. But rouse or not- informant or foe.. something would happen. If it was an enemy, she would eliminate the enemy. If it was a trap... she'd escape it. Confident and quiet.. she might not've seemed the sort prone to an absolute level of near narcissistic confidence but she had to survive somehow. If it meant an extra level of stubbornness... so be it.

Perhaps, if anyone was to notice.. she didn't seem to partake of the merriness that came from the tunes of the pirate dressed band, or that she didn't seem to really talk to anyone. They'd have to stop long enough to notice however.. and while the music was just beginning to die down as if the band was ending.. she still didn't stand out too much to anyone who wasn't the exact reason she was here.

The band was winding down their first set of the evening with one of their more popular songs, "The Life of the Rover", which featured Eltanin, Fran, and Logan each singing a verse solo. Off to the left, Meggie, in her tattered dress with the rope sash, was tapping her bare feet and smiling. The song ended on a triumphant chord, the audience cheered, and Kuma announced that the band would be taking a twenty-minute break "to let their fingers heal". The crowd laughed, but she was serious. Eltanin needed the break or his fingertips would start to bleed.

Part of their contract for the evening specified mingling with the guests, making them feel welcome. So when Meggie and Kuma spotted a young woman sitting by herself, seeming to not enjoy the music and looking around, they both urged Eltanin to go and talk to her.

"All right," he told them, laughing a little as he kissed his wife lightly. "How can a man win against two beautiful women? Especially when one is his wife."

Still smiling, Eltanin came over to the bar and leaned against it on his folded arms, glancing at the young woman. She was pretty enough, in a dark green volumnous robe with her dark hair loose, petite and alert. Actually, she reminded Eltanin a bit of someone he'd once known at Hogwarts--his "adopted sister" Riley. In the back of his mind, he wondered what she was up to.

Pulling himself back to the present, Eltanin turned to the woman. "Excuse me, miss, could I perhaps buy you a drink? You look like you could use one." He held out his hand cordially. "I'm Eltanin Wemyss."

It wasn't that she didn't enjoy music. Far from it. It was just, well, maybe she didn't have enough time to stop and listen or she just stopped listening when she started watching people and their movements. It always happened unintentionally but never once changed. SHe was in the mindframe now- the very different from the normal her that seemed to be exactly what was needed. She wasn't the nervous disorganized auror in the ministry offices. She was different. Focused.

"Excuse me, miss, could I perhaps buy you a drink? You look like you could use one." He held out his hand cordially. "I'm Eltanin Wemyss."

"I'm Alicia Bennett." She changed her name pleasantly and easily- a strange transition from her usually twittery self that she was socially. Then again.. this wasn't social this was business. She took his hand just as pleasantly. "A drink would be lovely, thank you. Anything is fine. So is being a pirate your only job?" She hadn't been informed that the informant would be a member of the band, though her question seemed to lead to more. It seemed strange but then... she imagined that it in a way made sense.. bands went loads of places, were in alot of different places. So if anyone was to know something.. it made sense that it'd been this Eltanin. Her mind went over the name for a quiet, bare moment. Didn't she know someone named Eltanin? In school or something. Her mind wandered a moment vaguely- trying to draw the connection. Either way... it didn't matter. She had a job to do.

"I'm Alicia Bennett. A drink would be lovely, thank you. Anything is fine. So is being a pirate your only job?"

Eltanin smiled and signalled for the bartender to take the girl's order. "Alicia, hmm? Lovely name. It's nice to meet you, Miss Bennett." As the bartender gave her a drink, and a club soda for him, he added, "And yes, I'm a professional pirate. What else would I be?"

He said it seriously, but it was a joke. His friends from Hogwarts were probably surprised beyond all reason at his choice of career. He had thought he would be a teacher, a therapist, even a minister--certainly not an entertainer. But the experience in the "Philharmonic Orchestra" his sixth year had made him enjoy performing, and he had jumped at the idea of the band when Kuma had first proposed it. The pirate stuff had come later.

Giving Alicia a swift, searching look--she seemed to be uninterested in her surroundings--Eltanin put the question to her. "Might one inquire as to what brings you here? This wouldn't seem to be your usual stomping grounds."

When in doubt, ask their business. That was his aunt's social credo, and it had always served Eltanin well.

He had to be the informant. He continued talking and ordered a drink- club soda. Definitely, right? She ordered the same and quietly took a sip; daintily feigning the restraint of the well to do and the socially graceful. It was so easy when she was faking things- putting on a front that was for the benefit of work. A more intuitive person might've wondered just why this was so- why faking social confidence and suave calm was so much easier than when it was really her- not manufactured. Maybe.. she was more comfortable this way. Working. Making it through things for survivals sake instead of social sake. Either way, with how easily she fell into it.. she could've had a career as an actress.

"I'm here for a bit of business, actually.. Someone was supposed to met me here to give a bit of..." She muttered, eyes focused towards Eltanin softly as she paused, a sudden shift in her tone. "Legal Insight. You wouldn't know anything about this, would you?" she smiled coyly, vaguely hoping that this would be enough to edge him into giving whatever it was that he had to tell.

Then, she could just get out of here. GO home- get to work on deciphering the information and sorting through the important facts. Parties were fun but really... they just weren't really her style. Not honestly, at least.

She had ordered a club soda as well, Eltanin noted with some curiosity. He himself didn't drink because he didn't like the taste--it was too bitter for his liking--and he took as his personal credo the Robin Williams routine in which he described the three purposes of alcohol as making English your second language, making your brain an Etch-a-Sketch, and bringing out the asshole in everybody. But rarely did the patrons of a Rovers' Revenge concert not drink some kind of alcoholic beverage, and he wondered what Alicia's real reason for being there was.

A moment later, she answered his question--both spoken and unspoken. "I'm here for a bit of business, actually.. Someone was supposed to met me here to give a bit of..." She muttered, eyes focused towards Eltanin softly as she paused, a sudden shift in her tone. "Legal Insight. You wouldn't know anything about this, would you?"

Legal insight? Did she need to talk to a lawyer about something? Eltanin glanced at Jackie and Logan, who were laughing with a group of people. Their father, Eltanin's uncle Kalb, was a lawyer...and for that matter, so was their mother. Yes, if she needed a lawyer, and she was having some sort of trouble, Eltanin could definitely intercede on her behalf with his uncle.

"Legal insight...yes, I believe I can help you with that," Eltanin answered, responding to her shift in tone and lowering his own voice. Perhaps she didn't want to be embarrassed by whatever the matter was. "What is it you want to know?"

His knowledge of law was rudimentary, but at least he would know if he should recommend her to Kalb, who was a criminal lawyer, or Marguerite, who specialized in civil matters. And maybe he could give her some basic advice.