She had fully intended on making her family supper tonight. Just the four of them that were currently here. To cook what she wanted, she had to step out and purchase some ingredients. Some normal muggle things, and some magical, which had taken her forever to hunt down. She only had one more stop to make, and it was around the corner. She stepped out of the store, and nearly froze in her spot.
Going out into the muggle world, she usually wore muggle clothes. Today she blended right in, except for some of the things she bought, and her wand. The sight of an elderly man in robers, and long white hair made her stair for a moment. For just a brief second, her mind thought Dumbledore, and a spark of hope she hadn't felt since the mans passing almost came back to life. Not that she didn't have full faith in Harry. But it was still Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard she'd ever known.
But as reality kicked in, she realized it wasn't him. Not the same face, and the Headmaster had definitely not carried a long while pole. Sighing in defeat, she still had to wonder if this man was lost. He looked it. "Excuse me." she said, running her fingers through her long mane of red locks, approaching the man. "Did you need any help?"