As the afternoon progressed, Odhrán's office at the top floor of Meridian Clinic got unbearably warm. Clearly, the building had not been set up to cope with the summer heat. For weeks now, Odhrán had been trying to book a specialist to place down a few thermal insulation charms, but magical builders, much like the muggle kind, were always very hard to get a hold of. In all truth, it was starting to get into the way of Odhrán's business. There was no way he could treat patients while they were uncomfortably warm. As luck would have it though, he'd seen his last appointment for the day and was free to close the clinic early. His receptionist would also appreciate a couple of hours off to enjoy with her family.
Odhrán didn't feel like going straight back home to Arranmore, as there was nothing waiting for him there. His mother and sister had taken advantage of an invitation from family abroad, meaning he had the family estate to himself. And while Ard na Mara was beautiful, being there on his own was depressing. He'd fill the empty space with dark thoughts, consumed by the woes and worries of his patients; replay every moment previously discovered through Legillimency. Maybe, staying in London for a while would help. He could visit the nearby park and take his sketchbook. Then, later on, he could grab a bite to eat somewhere and save his house elves the trouble of having to cook just for one person.
As he walked away from Knockturn Alley, he aimlessly strolled towards one of the nearby residential areas. It was strange: He'd worked in London for so many years now, but he still didn't really know his way around. He'd never taken the time to explore. Getting to know London had fallen by the wayside as he'd been consumed by his work. He could easily foresee the existential crisis in the making if he didn't take the time to slow down soon. Maybe, today was the perfect opportunity to look after himself for a change.
He entered an unfamiliar park with a pretty fountain and nice flowerbeds. Had that always been just a five minute walk from where he worked? How did he not even know about this? It felt calm and restful. Maybe he could come back here between appointments to reset his mind and emotions. The last couple of treatments he'd given had taken their toll on him. Yes, he could finally admit it to himself now: he was exhausted.
Odhrán settled on a bench near the fountain and shrugged out of his dark green, cord jacket to make himself more comfortable. With the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and his tie loosened, even the heat wasn't bothering him as much anymore. He flipped open his sketch book and took a short, stubby pencil out of the attached pen holder. With a few, confident strokes he had outlined a butterfly. Squint. He took a moment to focus on the pattern of the back of the wings. It was gorgeous, but a little complicated to reproduce in black and white. Still, he would try.
Odhrán fell into an easy routine. Look up, check some details, go back and revise what he had on his page. Small revision after small revision, until his drawing became a pretty good approximation of the real thing. He rather fancied the idea of trying an animation. Pressing his palm to the page he muttered the incantation under his breath, preferring to cast wandlessly. He didn't know the area. Maybe, there were muggles around. It was hard to tell.