Basically, Desmond wasn't going anywhere. He was just trying to keep himself preoccupied in the large city, London, which he called 'the home of the Brits'. He was only 14, yet his parents 'trusted' him enough to not get himself kidnapped. They had to move out to London, since Desmond couldn't apparate for two more years. Two years, and he'd be able to go anywhere he wanted, no rules, and maybe even prank a few people of two.
He was almost day dreaming as he walked, thinking about his apparation lessons. They would surely be hard, maybe even harder to get his license at best, but maybe there would be less restrictions, since the place was taken over by Death Eaters. He hated the thought, yet was glad that he was a Pureblood. He had nothing against Muggle borns, and didn't want to be like his teachers.
After a long walk throughout the streets, Desmond sat down on a small chair, near the small coffee shop that Muggles drank. What was it about coffee that wanted them to drink it all the time? It was rather bitter in his opinion, even if he tried to add sugar or milk. All the same really. But regardless, he continued his scan, hoping to see a friend or two from Hogwarts. Or maybe even Jack, his pranking teacher.