Xana walked into Honeydukes and went to the back of the store. She was looking for some of their small, melt-proof chocolate bars to keep on hand in case of dementor encounters -- after all, with what she was planning... taking every precaution would be prudent.

"Well, how... fortuitous..." she thought to herself as she spotted Diabolica talking to some blonde chick who seemed quite amused about something. Diabolica would be quite an asset to her plan, if only she could be convinced...

"Well, well, if it isn't Diabolica... Black?" she murmurred softly as she continued to busy herself looking for her chocolate bars. "It has been a while, hasn't it, old friend? If I ascribed more to the workings of Divination, I'd think it was... fate... that brought us both here today. "

She quirked an eyebrow toward the blonde.

"Who's your little friend?" she asked with a measure of disdain. "Well-- no matter, no matter... If I could have a word with you, when you get a moment?" She tipped a slight, false smile at Dia's friend, trying to be polite and yet still indicate that she wanted to speak to Diabolica privately. She was terrible at diplomacy, she knew, but at least she could pretend.