Who: Jonathan & Merope WHere: His home Why: She's a homeless bum? When: Probably around 8 o' clock
As she read the words written by her Tom-face, she stood from the muggle machine and gathered her coat. Granted, she shouldn't be inside an internet cafe and writing a blog, but she was so reclusive that she usually spent so little time that no one really cared if she stole a few moments. As she took her coat, she left the shop and started walking in the cold towards the direction she'd been given.
It took her nearly three hours to find the gated community he lived in. Had she not been there to find Jonathan Crane, she might have been yelled at by the police for looking so ratted. At this point, she was tired from walking, hungry and hoped he would still be home. Granted, she could have apparated but magic seemed lost to her at some point, she'd been barely able to cast anything more than a light from her wand.
Once she approached the gate, she went to the side where she saw buttons and saw his name on the tab. Raising her delicate hand, she pushed the button but didn't say anything. Merope couldn't believed he allowed her to come to his home, she thought she might be taking advantage but she probably wasn't.