Having just stepped out from the Ministry, Krel was heading North on Whitehall Road. She had completed her report with IMC, popped into DoM to see if there was any leads on Edward (there hadn’t been), and was now heading home to visit her father. Before she had departed out of the Mistry, she had tapped her hat with her rosewood wand, and it had transformed, from a stylish, pointy fedora to a simple pillbox. Her dragon hide heels click-clacked on the sidewalk as she walked.

It had been a while since she had last been in London, choosing recently to spend more time in Berlin. She was quite certain that the loss of Edward had something to do with her decisions, as did her father’s mental status. She felt bad about it, but work usually kept her busy enough to not focus on it too much. Besides, she told herself that Chippy and Uncle Hayden popped in on her father often enough. If something were wrong, they’d let her know.

She paused on a corner, waiting for the light and her stomach growled. ”Mmm…food,” she said aloud to herself. Which, for anyone who knew her translated to ‘tea and muffins.’ But where should she go? She guessed Diagon Alley was a near enough walk.