Liadan adhered to a very precise and very strict schedule. Thursdays were the day she spent in Diagon on business. It was just how she did things. And any time her schedule was changed- for whatever reason- Liadan found herself in a particularly foul mood and had a rather short temper. Last Thursday her schedule had been interrupted by a meeting with the head of the DMLE to discuss the problems she was having with a particular red headed auror. Today her schedule had been at the mercy of her dressmaker.

Typically Liadan went to Gringotts at eleven in the morning. But a few days ago she had received an owl from the dressmaker wanting her to come by the shop at eleven. Which meant that Liadan would have to be at Gringotts sometime after ten. This also mean that Liadan's lunch would come either early or late- which would depend on the dresses her stylist had pulled for the summer, how they fit, and whether or not she would have to berate the woman (again) for incompetence. (But since Liadan paid very, very well the woman put up with it.)

To make matters worse the line at Gringotts had been moving slowly. The woman in front of her was depositing a large sack full of knuts. The woman then proceeded to argue with the attending goblin over the amount of money in the bag. Liadan could not believe that anyone would argue with a Gringotts goblin over something like that. They were always right. But it took quite some time for the woman to be calmed down and have her money deposited to her satisfaction. Which left Liadan pressed for time.

It was five minutes short of eleven when she finally exited the bank- only to come face to face with the particular auror in question. Immediately, Liadan went to step around him. But he took a step to match hers- standing in front of her. "I do not have time for your meddling today, Mr. Trevelyan. I am running late for a dress fitting. And I was assured by Mr. Rosier that you would no longer be harassing me, and I will have your job if you do not move out of the way and let me go about my day."

Normally, Jonas Trevelyan paid plenty of attention to detail.  As both a private investigator and an Auror, the ability to notice small things never failed to pay off in the long run.  He took notes, he planned, he strategized and calculated, and more times than not, he somehow managed to accomplish whatever he was working towards.

The plan for today had been literally months in the making.  They had debated and schemed, run it by both Raynor and Rosier.  Though they didn't want word of O Morain's arrest getting back to Tawse too quickly, it made much more sense to approach her in public.  With any luck, the young entrepreneur wouldn't want to make a scene.  Even if she did, that was why Adon was present.  Jonas might still be magicless, but if events really came down to it, they assumed the Israeli was more than capable of subduing their target.

But of course, nothing ever went according to plan.

All it took was two words and he lost anything resembling self control.

Dress.  Fitting.

It was too much.  If Liadan O Morain had been looking to make a clean escape, she could have done it in that instant.  Jonas's face turned bright red and he immediately doubled over, burying his face in his hands as he burst into uncontrollable laughter.