The live music was the only part of the festival that made Matt stay delay her escape into the unfamiliar muggle London, which was somehow more fascinating than this special event. She had plans. And needed new guitar strings.

Muggle record shops could wait for an hour or two while the young witch checked out some new music. She stayed in the back corner, of course, leaning against a tree and sprawling her legs out in front of her. Seats were for squares...and it was more likely she'd have to sit next to someone if she opted to sit down in one.

The band that had been playing when the gangly kid first decided to chill out here had left the stage. The next wasn't her taste. Matt took a giant bouncy ball, the type you'd get in muggle vending machines for 25p, out of her messenger bag in hopes of having some kind of entertainment while she waited for something better. She tossed it half-heartedly in the air about seven times before she grew bored, drew her arm back, and tossed the bright orange sphere aimlessly into the crowd of people standing closer to the stage.