It wasn't a good idea to pace along a Muggle-frequented sidewalk, at the risk of attracting attention because of the Wizard's tunic, but by now Dorian was tired of waiting indoors in that stuffy, damp attic with no company other than his sister, her tarot cards, the petulant Ravenclaw and the happy couple. He had been waiting for too many hours and was no longer sure he could bear them.