Heath had a party to crash that night, but he'd slept and had a round with Gideon and now he needed to at least feel like he'd done something productive out of the house before he went and drank himself into a stupor with Quidditch stars later that night.
Besides, he had a photoshoot at the Muggleborn Aide Office he'd been putting off, so he owled up to say he'd come in and an hour later he was leaving with his hair still too wavy and a few hours to kill before he needed to go back and get ready to go out. He pulled on a knit cap over his hair and down a little too low over his eyebrows, and turned up the collar of his light jacket.
Hoping no one would recognize him, he made his way to Memorial Park.
He was starting to really love the park - he wished sometimes he had the sort of anonymity that let you just come and set out a guitar case and busk and enjoy the day. He couldn't do that, of course, but he could stop and listen to the people who could.