Tala's avoidance of London was mostly by design; with an ex-fiancé and an ex-husband who both frequented this particular section of magical society, Tal preferred to keep to Hogsmeade or to the farm, but sometimes it couldn't be avoided. Plus she did have friends she would like to see every now and then. Her new position with the Hillickers kept her in England at the very least. She had enjoyed her travels and her time away, but she was also glad to be back.

Not to mention there was some sort of political storm brewing with the upcoming election and she rather fancied a trip to the Augurey to see what everybody was doing. But first she had to make a quick trip through the Cauldron and down the Alley to handle some business for the farm. She hadn't made it more than five steps from the fireplace when a familiar face came into view.

"Abernathy," She greeted with a wry smile. They were some amalgamation of "friends" but had never been particularly close. More like they ran in similar circles and tried not to overlap. They did enjoy a good battle of wits every now and then. It had been far too long, so she softened her expression a little and slowed her step. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." She teased, shifting her bag from one shoulder to the other.