A town somewhere in England.

Rachel stared at him, looking ready to slap him. But, instead she took a deep breath, and mentally counted to ten before answering. "...No, that is a letter I have personally written to you." she said in a strained voice.

Elroy crouched down and picked it up, reading it in that position. "Blah, blah, blah." He threw it down. "Don't know where the churches are around here."

"Don't you want to get your life in order?! Or are you too stupid to figure out how to do it?!"

"I don't really see how that'll help." He put his wand back in his makeshift pocket, a hole torn in the lining of his coat.

Rachel knelt down beside him, until they met eye to eye. "Praying helps. A priest or pastor helps. All that helps! But being stuck under this disgusting bridge isn't going to help you do anything. Elroy," Rachel looked at him pleadingly. "Tell me, are you happy here?"

Elroy nodded. "S'pretty cold right now, though."

"Elroy, come with me." And, without a yes or no, Rachel grabbed him by the shoulders, and he was forcibly side Apparated to somewhere.