Rita fluffed up her blonde curls as she tottered along the uneaven cobbles, her ridiculously high heeled shoes causing her stature to be a little more bent than she would have normally preferred. She smiled to herself as she stopped a moment, pulling a small compact mirror from her mock-croc bag and opening it, smacking her lips together at her reflection.

"Merlin, woman - you are the picture of pure perfection." Her cooing attracted a few strange looks (as she was neither the most discrete woman, nor by any means the prettiest), but she ignored their glances, nudges and whispers as she snapped the mirror shut, dropped it in her bag and took a step forward.

Suddenly she let out a shriek that would have rivalled the caterwaul of a Banshee.

"Merlin," she gasped, her hand shaking as she cautiously pulled up the hem of her skirt slightly, "Help me," she exclaimed through exasperated gulps of air. The culprit was a large splodge of white on her red patent leather shoes. Her normally perfect right shoe (without so much as a scuff, she would proudly add), was now host to the most offending splatter of owl poo she had ever seen!