Lucius was growing bored pretending to be interested in pre-aged parchment and customized wax stamps. After throwing one last detested scowl at the merchandise, he drew his robes around him and left the shop. Walking out the front door, he was dismayed to see that the crowds of Diagon Alley had yet to thin. He looked up and down the sidewalks, trying to spot someone who was worthy of his time. It hadn't been a very good day, so far.