Her patrolling couldn't have come at a better time. Another minute stuck at her desk reviewing case files and she might have blown a vessel in the head. It was hard focusing on papers after spending the majority of the night before organizing them and a bit of fresh air could do wonders. Like now, strolling down London's street hoping something went wrong.

As an enforcer of the law it was always good form to hope for the best and keep all public mishaps in check but...that was boring--it meant they were doing a bang up job, but still boring. It was as if all the dark wizards had migrated or simply gone on vacation without giving adequate notice. Just look, she'd made it all the way to the quidditch pitch in the heart of London without so much as a pick pocket.

Perhaps the issue was taking the wrong route to get here but she'd never know now.

Already here, the Auror saw no harm in taking a closer look. Her lunch break was fast approaching and if she was lucky, she might catch a team practising...or a nap. Merlin was she tired.