Lou hadn't yet struck upon a solid idea for his future. He wanted to do something meaningful, something that used the investigative skills he'd developed as an auror. Nifflers on High Street were not the glamorous sign he'd been looking for.

A woman yelled for him to help, when he would much rather have kept walking. He recognized a man from his expedition group, however, and thought ducking out might be too conspicuous at that point. "Oh, all right," he said with some resignation, but unlike the woman, reached for his wand rather than chasing the thing down.