Winter had settled over England, and while there wasn't presently snow on the ground in London, the chill of the night was deepened by the proximity to - of all things - an ice skating rink. Theodore had, for good or for bad, a very persuasive, very impulsive girlfriend, one whom was currently renting skates from the vendor booth, the queue strangely slower moving than the one for the hot chocolates he'd been charged with fetching.
And so he sat on a bench where she would likely spot him, watching those already on the ice. There were people of every skill level, thank goodness, as Theodore had been fearful that it would be just him and the smallest children, teetering around the edge. Two girls near their age were putting on a bit of a show, and everyone seemed careful to get out of their way as they picked up speed to leap off the ice, perform feats that Theodore felt hopeless to ever achieve even if he were to use magic, and land smoothly, skating on.