Except there was one stop she wanted to make while she was in the city. Anyone who knew where she wanted to go would think her mad or stupid or a combination of the two. Truthfully, she knew damn well that she shouldn't even be in London, let alone so close to Diagon Alley. No matter how hard she tried, she wasn't always the most inconspicuous of people. She could change her hair or wear a hat or put on glasses that she didn't need and still she would be recognized. Her reputation had been well-earned. There were those who would run in the opposite direction if they saw her coming, those who would stand their ground and possibly spit in her face, and those that naïvely had no fear of what she was capable. She preferred the first sort. At least they rarely made any trouble.