An old, seemingly-abandoned warehouse in a dark, mostly deserted section of Diagon Alley.
'My my... things certainly have recovered in the last year...' Cora thought as she exited the more populous part of the shopping hub. When she had left, most of Diagon Alley was still in near-ruins and it was just a few intrepid or stubborn shopkeepers that had reopened their stores. It almost felt like entering a new, exotic place rather than the old familiar area she had called her home for the better part of a decade coming back after so long away. As she strolled through the familiar streets toward her home she took in as much of her surroundings as humanly possible, searching out familiar faces and noticing several new buildings amid the old standbys. 'New growth... bigger crowds... ugh. Obnoxious...' She could barely keep the look of disgust off her face at the thought.
On a more positive note, she had noticed a few of her old contacts still skulking around in the shadows at least. It put a brief smile on her face to know that rumors of The Dark Lady's return would soon be spreading through the criminal underworld like wildfire. Briefly Cora wondered how many wannabes had tried to usurp her position while she was away. Just the thought of hunting them down and teaching them the error of their ways was enough to warm her cold little heart... momentarily. Perhaps she could even convince 'His Lordship' to join her in the hunt, she considered fondly. Cora quickly quashed that line of thinking once again and silently berated herself for even thinking about the damn tracker. 'Didn't you learn yet, idiot?' she scolded herself, once more thoroughly disgusted with her own thoughts.
Besides, she had more important business to consider currently. Trevor hadn't mentioned what the emergency was that required her immediate attention, but Cora knew her old boss wouldn't have called her back home for just anything. She wondered if perhaps there was a mutiny in the ranks that needed to be weeded out? Those were always her favorite... mmmm... or maybe there was a new recruit that needed proper vetting? She smiled a cruel, wicked smile at that prospect. She hadn't had a chance to... train... a new recruit since her days with the Dark Lord himself.
As she finally approached the familiar alleyway that housed her warehouse Cora couldn't help but sigh softly in relief. After travelling and hunting for almost a year it was good to be home. Looking around she was pleased to see that this part of Diagon Alley was still mostly old storage buildings, abandoned homes, and a scant handful of seedy storefronts. "Home, sweet home..." she whispered to herself, taking out her wand from its holster on her right thigh. She let out a dark, satisfied chuckle at the small pile of ash on her doorstep as she stepped up to the door. Apparently someone had tried to break through her wards while we she was away... pity she wouldn't get to deal with the potential usurper herself. With a subtle movement of her wand the wards surrounding her property surged briefly in recognition of their mistress and Cora stepped inside.
Looking around at the open ground floor of her home the hit-witch allowed herself a brief moment of relaxation. While Cora enjoyed travelling and loved exploring new and exotic places, after a year of playing cat-and-mouse with rebel riff-raff in the far corners of the globe it really was a relief to be home. The moment of relief didn't last long as she realized there was another presence approaching her home. She felt the wards recognize the person and knew it had to be one of two people. Well, one more likely than the other. She assumed that one of the two men who were allowed through her wards would be pretty upset with her for just vanishing a year ago...
Sighing softly, Cora strolled over to her kitchen and hoisted herself up onto the island facing the front door. When she recognized the silhouette of the man coming in, she chuckled softly and said in greeting, "You know, I thought I would have more than 5 minutes to unpack when you called me back..."