The evenings Dionisia didn't have to go to work were often spent at one of her friend's houses. Despite the love she shared for her friends, even spending a single evening with them was becoming a melancholy occasion. To see them with their families, happy and laughing, while knowing she would return to her Pennyworth boarding house as soon as the family decided to retire for the evening. Not that she was one to complain aloud; she never wanted to seem overly needy or anything like that.

The winter air was cool, but it was a welcome change from the previous nights. Being a mediwitch usually meant going out into extreme conditions to help anyone who needed it, and she was far better able to cope with cold weather than hot weather. Still dressed in her hospital robes and with a long muggle coat wrapped around her frame, Dionisia had taken to the streets instead of choosing to floo home.

She passed the Fisk house with a smile on her face, knowing that Zelda was probably resting after a day's work. However, that smile faded as she crossed the sidewalk near a garden wall, where a gentleman—a very depressed-looking gentleman—had slouched over. The shadows obscured any detailed features, but he had to be no older than thirty-five or so. Glancing both ways, she cheeked to see if there was anyone else around that she too hadn't noticed. No one.

"Sir?" she asked softly, approaching him with her head craned at an angle where she hoped to catch his eyes. "Is everything alright?" Unless he just had a naturally depressed resting facial expression, it wasn't difficult to figure out that the answer was no; however, she didn't want to come off as prying.