If there was one thing which irritated Walter was having his time wasted. A few days before he had been contacted by an Informant who swore they had important information and wanted to meet in person instead of using other means of communication. A time and place was included in the message and Walter had made sure to be at the location on time. Nearly fifteen minutes later he was still waiting and his informant hadn't shown up. Snorting in disgust, Walter moved out of the garden area of Padmore Park, intending to find a suitable spot to apparate away. Instead something caught his attention, prompting him to delay his departure.

At first he thought it was some wizard's idea of a fashion statement, dressing their horse in alternating bands of white and black but at closer inspection he realized it wasn't a horse at all, but a zebra. Walter watched it moving slowly as it grazed, puzzled as to why such a strange creature was here of all places. Before he could decide whether to investigate the creature to see if was born of magic and not some escaped animal from zoo or some such he heard somebody speak out loud nearby.

Though he hadn't consciously noticed her, subconsciously he had been aware of her presence thus the question hadn't started him. What puzzled him more was she seemed to be asking him the question.

"As far as I can tell it is a real zebra," Walter responded, turning his attention fully on the young woman. She appeared to be alone which was unusual as most women her age didn't venture out without a proper escort. At last he didn't see anybody else nearby who could be called a chaperone. "I rarely come to the park so I am unaware of what animals are normally here."