Small and rather dirty muggle bar in Berlin

Eglantine made sure that her glamour was in place before entering. Her levitating was slight, just enough to keep her off of her feet. A flowing skirt hid her floating feet. She wore a black blouse that carefully hid every inch of skin on her torso. The heavy black skirt helped greatly as well in covering her.

She passed by several semi-drunk patrons and slapped away more than one hand before slipping into a table in the darkened corner. Her eyes scanned the corner for any movement and she smiled when a man leaned forward into the faint light.

"Ich freue mich auf Sie."((I am glad to see you)) he muttered, his blue eyes sparkling with tears of obvious joy. Eglantine leaned across the table to take his hands into her shaking ones.

"Ich habe Sie verpasst." ((I have missed you)) she sighed, lifting his hands to her face. He gently stroked her cheek with his hand, before leaning forward to kiss her forehead. "Es ist nicht sicher sein." ((It is not safe.)) Eglantine murmured into his hand. The man nodded.

"Und doch bin ich hier." ((And yet I am here)) he chuckled. The man was tall, with a baseball hat pulled over his white receding hair line and deep blue eyes. "Du siehst blass. Haben Sie schon krank?" ((You look pale. Have you been ill?)) Concern laced his words, and he removed his hands from her face to take her trembling hands.

"Ja, vielleicht. Aber das ist nicht der Grund, warum Sie hier sind." ((Yes, maybe. But that is not why you are here.)) She smiled again. "Sprechen Sie mit mir, Vater. Bitte." ((Talk to me, Father. Please.))

Eglantine's father sighed. "Ich habe Sie die Buchstaben." ((I sent you those letters)) he stated, his voice thick with emotion. "Und ich bin so sorry." ((And I'm so sorry)) he murmured. "So sorry." ((so sorry))

Eglantine sighed and pulled her hands from his.
"Ich möchte wissen, über Mutter..." ((I would like to know about Mother...)) she trailed off, tears coming to her eyes. Her father sighed.

"Nein, Sie nicht." ((No, you do not)) he replied. Eglantine sighed and rose from the seat.

"Ich muss gehen ... Ich werde euch morgen wieder hier." ((I must go... I will meet you here again tomorrow)) Her father nodded, rising to tower beside her.

"You are levitating, briar." he muttered, wrapping his strong arm around her. "Your hip?" she nodded, not wanting to delve into the details. Moments later she left the bar and parted ways with her supposedly deceased father.