With nothing else to do with her time, she began to wander the streets again. The Muggle had been a pleasant distraction. There were times, usually when she was desperate for food or a little bit of warmth, that she considered making it a habit to do what she had done the night before. Chatting up harmless Muggles in pubs in exchange for a meal and a place to sleep was easy. But, each time she considered making her old hobby a profession, she stopped herself. She wasn't desperate enough yet to go that far. Besides, she'd already been married to a man she didn't love at her master's orders. What was that, if it wasn't prostitution on a more permanent basis? She didn't have the stomach to fall so low. Not yet.