Thus began her after-hours activity of tracking down every vampire listed in the registry and seeing if she could coerce them into talking to her. Well, not "her" exactly. It was a fireable breach of the confidentiality clause to just show up at their doorstep, but she found other ways to corner them while avoiding detection. Glamouring herself and sitting in seedy bars in Knockturn for hours, waiting for them to order a drink, and sliding in to barstool beside them, feigning romantic interest. She would stroll around rumored vampire hotspots in various wizarding neighbourhoods with a bag of fresh blood in her purse, or pretending to be in their area conducting a survey if she became desperate enough to knock on their door after months of nothing.