WHO Maude Wilkes (under the alias Marie Widderley, the identity of a plain dark-haired girl she murdered three weeks prior) and Edgar Bones
WHAT Maude's capture
WHERE Diagon Alley
WHEN May 9, 1978 around midday.

Maude was used to taking the polyjuice potions now, and so accustomed to the disgusting taste of the potion (a revolting combination of cabbage and cigarette smoke, in case you wondered) that she barely gagged on the aftertaste anymore. That wasn't to say that she resented the necessity of a disguise, because she most certainly did, and took only as many potions as needed to ensure that she never again looked like her former self. No one acknowledged the dark-haired girl who walked among them, and no one knew who she was, which was entirely the point, but Maude liked being herself and especially looking like herself. In her mind she fancied herself a celebrity, and she enjoyed that bit of ignominy that she so recently acquired. She hated the punishments and she hated having to disguise herself now. What was Maude Wilkes--or Marie Widderley, as she is now called--doing today? She had clapped her hands in excitement when she was issued deliberate orders to head into Diagon Alley and acquire several Dark artifacts from a small bookshop owned by one Justus Travers. She deposited the items into a pocket without much in the way of actually speaking to her fellow Death Eater but a bare nod of the head, and quickly left to avoid confrontation.

As she made her way through the crowded streets at noon-time, Maude took note of the countless posters throughout the village that beheld her photograph. She watched with increasing forlornness as her poster-self made faces and mouthed passionate words at the passers-by who stared. She increased her pace, because she wanted to get out of London soon, but as she fingered the coins in her pocket--the remaining allowance of her birthday--she felt the immediate urge to spend them. She might stop by Fortescue's shop, in congratulations of a job well done. Maude eyed the windows to the bookshop, looking for those suspicious, always-watching eyes of Justus Travers. Sufficiently satisfied that she was not under surveillance, nor was she in any danger of being tattled upon, Maude turned on heel and stalked off towards the ice cream parlor.

As she enjoyed her cone of ice cream, Maude became increasingly aware of the stares she was receiving. "Mama, isn't that the girl from the poster?" Maude turned and saw a little boy not more than five years of age as he tugged on his mother's robes and pointed at Maude. Maude gasped and glanced at her reflection in the mirror; her old countenance was returning and the pretty looks of the late Marie Widderley faded with each second. The potion had worn off. She dropped the cone that she had just purchased with her remaining funds and bolted from the parlor, pushing and shoving any person who dared stand in her way. She didn't even think to draw her wand, even as she tripped over the curb and barreled into a burly man. She mumbled "Sorry" as she did so, and realized just how silly a thing it was to apologize under the circumstances. Stupid thing to say. Stupid Maude Wilkes.