The problem with trying to find something is picking a place to start. Gwen had no idea and as such she wandered around Diagon Alley aimlessly. She had given Harry and Graves the slip, sneaking off grounds and apparating as she so often did. She drank several butter beers and wandered in and out of the quaint shops.
The alley was essentially empty. Even though the Dark Lord had disappeared again people were not so easily swayed into believing that he could be gone. They had believed before that he would never be a problem again and they had been proven wrong. They wouldn't let their guard down so easily this time.
The shopkeepers were surprised to see the young lady with the gingery hair and the big brown eyes wandering through their shops, looking here and there for inspiration. She seemed out of place in the empty corridor of shops, something that didn't belong.
Finally she plopped into a cushy chair inside of a little cafe called the Serene Tea. She ordered an Earl Grey, no sugar, light cream, an acquired taste no doubt. She remained there, lost in her thoughts sipping idly with nothing to look at through the great round window looking out on Diagon Alley.
She hardly noticed when a man in a black cloak, his hood up entered, ordering a plain black and orange pekoe tea and taking a seat beside her. She was so lost in her thoughts that she barely even registered when he said: �you must be Guenivere. The fabled Queen who couldn�t make up her mind.�
�Yeah.� She said distractedly.
�I�ve heard all about you.�
�Where from?� She said, still looking out of the window with little interest in what the stranger had to say. It hardly seemed remarkable to her in that moment that he knew her name, even though she knew nothing of him.
"Doesn't matter." He said in reply to her question. "Just saying I wouldn�t want to be in your shoes."
�Why�s that?� She asked, barely caring about the answer.
�If the Dark Lord wants your Lancelot dead, he�ll be dead sooner or later. I wouldn�t want to be the one standing in between him and that fate.�
�Haven't you heard? The Dark Lord has fallen and I doubt he'll rise again.� Gwen said irritated with the conversation already.
�Shows what you know Princess.� He said.
�And what do you know about it?� She said aggravated, taking in her companion for the first time. She recognized him, but she couldn�t say from where. Princess sounded familiar too. Hadn�t someone called her that not that long ago?
�I have friends in very strange places.� He laughed, which set off a series of lung wracking coughs. �They keep me well informed.� He choked as the coughing fit ended.
Gwen looked at him severally. �And who says he�ll rise again?�
�No one you�ve met.� Her companion said slyly, sliding away from her and sneaking out of the cafe door.