Eloise knew there was supposed to be some sort of dedication ceremony in Victory Park - something she hadn't even known existed a week ago - that afternoon, but whenever she thought about going something twisted in her stomach and her mind raced for anything else to do. It would have been the respectful thing to do. The right thing, maybe. She had even stepped out of her building that morning with every intention of going. Yet the weather had seemed too fine to dwell on what had happened in the past, and by way of her feet and Muggle public transportation Eloise had found herself going quite the opposite direction.
A few hours later saw her wandering in London, a small bag from a bakery in her hand. Eloise had spent a good deal of time in Liberty, trying to take mental notes of designs she had particularly liked, things she might like to try to duplicate at home. Money wasn't exactly in great supply for her right now, but it never hurt to look. As nice as it was to be back home, she found she had missed the Muggle side of England as much as the magical. As she took in the sounds around her, the chatter of Sunday shoppers and the occasional blare of a car horn, Eloise's ears attuned to the strumming of a guitar to her left.
It was almost drowned out by the ambient city sounds, but as she drew nearer the words and voice became clearer. She dug into her purse and riffled for some coins, tongue poking from between her teeth, as she slowed to a stop in front of the busker. Her hand emerged with little else but a pair of mismatched buttons and five Sickles. Neither of which seemed appropriate in these circumstances. As she glanced up apologetically, it was with some shock that she realized she knew the musician. Or had known, anyway.
Eyebrows raised, Eloise dropped the Sickles into the guitar case and stood aside, unsure of what to say.