The lack of business in the office that afternoon had allowed Theodore to finally leave whilst the sun remained in the sky. Such freedom wasn't something Theodore was used to right at that moment as he had just finished research for a most trying case. And with such freedom, Theodore had decided to explore the area around the Ministry. It had been long since he had walked in London, and he didn't recognize some of the buildings he passed. He did, however, recognize the smell of freshly brewed coffee, as it spread from a cafe. Having not had a truly fresh (or real) cup of coffee in days, he decided to treat himself to that at the very least.
After he paid, he moved back through the cafe towards a corner--the place he'd choose to sit in any cafe. It was then something--or someone more rather caught his eye--well it definitely was the most clever witch of his year. He wasn't one to forget who people were. He noticed her poring over something, which made him curious. He couldn't recognize the book from where he stood and he decided that a peek would do no harm. He moved quietly, balancing his coffee and a danish as he walked to pause above her, noticing that the text had the unmistakable page placement and format of poetry. That was expected since people don't change, he thought. He lingered wordlessly, almost (but maybe not quite) ready to turn away should she look up.