He steps into the White Room and sits down at the Art Deco-style table. Every single thing in the room is white; the walls, the curtains over the non-existant windows, the furnature, the nude and anatomically correct female mannequin in the corner. Even the painting, which took him by surprise the first time he saw it. It's not the colors one is supposed to appreciate, obviously; it's the shapes formed by the plaster beneath the paint.

He waits patiently, hoping for the best. The conditions outside the structure indicate how Elsbet is feeling; the streets were empty and the weather was calm, so he knows she is feeling very secure. But within the building, conditions are determined by other factors. He noted that the candle flames did not flicker; their steadiness and the brightness of the light inside the White Room indicate the news is from the source and can be trusted...it is not second-hand nor questionable. The ethnicity of the Representative indictes which contact the information comes from, and the 'character' the Representative appears as tells him if the news is bad or good.

He does not have to wait long before he has his answer.

The other door opens and a very familiar figure enters, bows slightly to him, then takes the chair on the opposite side of the table. Snape is actually pleased to see him. They look at each other for a moment or two, then the Representative smiles and asks, "you were expecting maybe Johnny Cash?" Behind the sunglasses, Snape's brow rises and arches. "Well," he says, "I was...concerned. The last time we met-" "yes, I remember," the young man says, his long, curly hair falling forward into his painted face. "That was very bad news then. But today, not so bad." He chuckles softly, smiling, and Snape relaxes considerably. The young man is a perfect recreation of someone dear to Elsbet and for whom he has great respect.

The late Brandon Lee. He appears in his guise of The Crow, a character profound to both Snape and Elsbet, but for distinctly different reasons. "So," Snape says, "what news do you have for me today?" Brandon sighs and inclines his head, half-smiling. "The Sensei says that there is an increase in activity of Dark creatures in and around the Muggle village. So far there have been no direct attacks on anyone, though there are reports of people's pets going missing. That's not surprising, considering three werewolves were sighted in the Old Quarter on Friday night. Two of them are believed to be associates of Hróðvitnir." Brandon sits back and Snape folds his hands on the table. "Also, the Sensei says that two Knights of Walpurgis attempted to enter the village Saturday night, but they were met by friends of Mr. Everest and turned aside. The Sensei does not believe the Knights will attempt again any time soon. The good news there is that no one was killed."

Snape considers carefully everything he's told, and Brandon apologizes that there's not more to tell. Snape shakes his head slightly. "Every bit helps. And this information is of vital import." Brandon nods, clearly pleased. "Good, good, I'm glad. Oh yeah, I'm supposed to give you these. Incidental details the Sensei thought might be of use to you." Snape takes the tiny squares from the Representative, and they look like nothing more than ivory game pieces. He rolls them over in his hand a few times, until they melt from the heat of his skin. He nods and tells Brandon, "thank the Sensei for me, for everything. There is great value in what has been given." He sweeps his hand over the surface of the table in a tight arch, and an inkpot, quill and parchment appear before him. "I send this in return."

He draws the Chinese Traditional characters with a steady, artistic hand, carefully making certain everything is perfect. The ink dries in a second, and with a flourish of his right hand, he pulls a ribbon out of thin air. He rolls the parchment and ties it securely, then hands the scroll to Brandon, who takes it with a generous smile. He rises and tucks the scroll inside his leather jacket as Snape vanishes the inkpot and quill. Snape rises then and they appraise each other. "I hope to see you again, Mr. Lee," Snape says, and Brandon's eyes sparkle. "So do I, Agent Eon. I wish you Good Fortune." They bow respectfully to each other, then both depart the White Room.