Pansy had suggested a quiet French bistro, out of the way in muggle London where they might have a quiet lunch unbothered by anything. The past few days had been busy, but life was better when it was busy, she felt. Tommy would have said this was the Protestant work ethic rubbing off on her or something to that affect.
"Would someone be able to go in your place? Or do you dare risk travelling by muggle means?" Pansy asked. She had grown accustomed to certain types of muggle transport in the States where the muggle and Magical worlds were much more integrated - or perhaps it just seemed that wizards interacted in the muggle world more. They were not so isolationist, even though they kept to the statutes of secrecy.