When Argus was feeling stressed, he had a bad habit of handling it by going shopping. This was not something he made public knowledge, but anyone who knew him well - which really was not very many people, if any, by now - picked up on the fact that in times of difficulty, Argus' already expansive wardrobe tended to expand. Though he knew that he was not truly at risk for imprisonment given the nature of things at the moment, the fact that the wrong people knew of his involvement with the Death Eaters had not been sitting well with him.
Today would be a day to take some therapeutic action. A trip to Twilfitt and Tatting's never disappointed. It was as he was about to make a beeline for the shop entrance that Argus was shaken out of his reveries of silks and velvets and shiny things by someone bumping clumsily up against him. It surprised him, but he didn't make as though he'd been ruffled. If anything, Argus smiled pleasantly and gestured to assure the offender that all was forgiven.
"Not at all, it's perfectly -"
Until he realized who it was. Hestia Jones was the last person he expected to run into, and, now, one of the last he wanted to run into. He would not deny that he found the young woman oddly attractive, and that he had greatly enjoyed their limited meetings prior to recent events. Still, attraction or no, Argus' priorities in regards to her had changed drastically.
"Ah. Miss Jones. How...fortuitous." He smiled as if greeting a friend, meeting her eyes and stopping in front of her. His hand moved almost imperceptibly to where he knew his wand was stowed away. Not that he expected her to challenge him to a duel in the middle of a public street, but one could never be too careful.