The office just wasn't doing it for her this morning. Her review of last night's performance just wouldn't tumble out of brain onto the page as it usually did, and the general bustle of the Daily Prophet offices was proving to be a distraction rather than the usual background noise her writing required. So, she'd packed up her notes, and notepad and quill in hand, had gone for a wander.

Opal hadn't aimed for anywhere in particular, but before long, she'd entered the park and reached the pond. The gentle noise of the rippling water seemed ideal for her thought process. "Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked, approaching the nearby bench and spying the guy already sat there. He didn't look like he was awaiting company, but one didn't like to assume.