Faustus had seen some strange things in his day, but the owl on his desk that had led him down to Diagon Alley was the most perplexing one he'd seen in a while. The words "Damsel in Distress" came to mind, though he knew he daren't voice it aloud seeing as he knew tides were turning and there were often more young progressives out there than he thought his generation realized.

The poor girl must be quite fatigued, he thought as he arrived on the scene to see her frozen as if she'd been touched by Midas. "Tell me miss," He inquired in a gentle tone, his hands behind his back. "How long have you been like this?"