It was a down day for Judah. Many days, he could play and get quite a few sickles for his troubles but today he had netted a sad knut or two. It would add up, sure but it was hardly enough for him to justify the time he had spent entertaining the masses with his violin.

His spirits lifted when he spotted Ester in the crowd and it took only a little badgering for him to agree to pack up for the day and go off with her. Ester could always be counted on for a small nip and a drink. If it weren't for her, Judah was sometimes sure he would be in a ditch by now. Never mind the fact that he had been making his way before her. But London was a different ball park than Hogsmeade.

Judah was comfortably nestled against a cushion, his long braids falling a little loose around his shoulders. "Instead I play my fingers red for a couple of knuts," he said as he took a bit of cheese and broke it into smaller bits to nibble at. "I wonder what your life as an actress known world-wide would have been like? If we had a theater of our own, we could allow for all the vagabonds of the world to be performers." But such things required money.