He almost always did this. It was Sunday evening, he had just come off the day shift, he was tired, a bit cranky, and above all hungry, and yet ... nothing seemed very appetizing. He always walked past the Chinese takeaway as though there were some better option at the other end of the street, as though he wasn't simply going to turn back, pick up a huge tray of noodles, and go home to collapse on the sofa. He always ended up at the end of Diagon, confronted with the busy WWW storefront that meant he'd gone too far, and stood for a moment listening to the whispering guilt that told him he really should be eating better. And then he turned on his heel, defeated, and -
- And today he ran straight into someone's shoulder, knocking him off the pavement and into the street. He wasn't above passing by without apologizing, but moving along after getting snapped at was something else altogether. He could sometimes count on the Auror robes to keep people from bothering him, but they were nothing like foolproof.
"Maybe next time you don't point your wand in your face," he said, rolling his eyes and starting to walk around her. "If you're going to be standing in the middle of a crowded street, and all."