Escape. [open] (London)

Cecilia yawned, stretching, and stood from where she'd been taking a quick nap. She took out the remaining bits of muggle money from her pocket and muttered about the Magical Laws - there'd be so much that wizard-kind would do without them. "But I suppose society would collapse," She said and repocketed the money. Thankfully, the trace and broken a few days, and she could transfigure food from animals she conjured. She picked up her bag and trunk and wandered down the street - still earning a few curious looks from strangers.