Stepping into the restaraunt and promptly ordering some hot toast with a side of bacon and coffee, Elinor took a seat with a good view of one of the entrances to the Ministry of Magic. With a newspaper in one hand, and her cup of coffee in the other, she pretended to read the paper, but her eyes were fixated out the window.

She hadn't slept in nearly two days, but her bown-reddish hair was combed neatly away from her pale face, and her burgundy dress was wrinkle-free. The only way to tell would be the slight shake of her hands as she sipped her coffee, and the faint redness in her eyes. She was ready, at any moment, to jump up and run after whatever or whoever she needed to. Or run away from.

Setting down the coffee, she actully turned her face to the newspaper and took a few bites out of her toast, but her eyes, every fifteen seconds or so, flicked towards the window.