Muggleborns Need-Not Apply

By Inari Takahashi

Disclaimer: I don't own either the Harry Potter Universe, or the world of Mr. Mulliner. They belong to their prospective creators. I don't even have their genius. What I do own is a nice collection of their books. I only write this for enjoyment and to honor the geniuses that created them.

Author's Note

I discovered the world of P.G. Wodehouse long before I read my first Harry Potter Book. Since the characters and world Mr. Wodehouse created were set in the 1920's and 1930's, I had to place the Wizarding world during that time to make it work. This is the time before Voldemort, when Tom Riddle was in School or just afterwards. The HP characters are contemporary with that time period as well.

Of the many short stories Mr. Wodehouse wrote, the ones most people are familiar with are the Jeeves and Bertie Wooster tales. Whilst I did like those particular stories, my favorites are the ones told by the venerable Mr. Mulliner of his many relatives, as well as the hysterically funny golf stories.

To give you some background on this particular set of stories, I'll quote from the Introduction of Mulliner Nights by P.G. Wodehouse written by Jean Stafford.

"One of the most serene and cheerful meeting places on earth must surely be the bar parlor of the Anglers' Rest where Miss Postlethwaite, who is fond of novels of a romantic cast, pours for the regulars, known not by given and family name but as "Pint of Bitter," "Lemon Sour," Nine-pennyworth of Sherry," and, occasionally, for a wayfarer who is made to feel at home. The very name of the bucolic pub (its geographical location is not specified, its interior appointments are to be supplies by the reader as are the physiognomies and the apparel of its clientele) quiets the nerves.

"Each evening, conversation is at first general and immensely various. "In our litter circle," says the narrator, "I have known an argument on the Final Destination of the Soul to change inside forty seconds into one concerning the best method of preserving the juiciness of bacon fat." But no matter what the subject under discussion, eventually the stout and genial Mr. Mulliner, a hot Scotch and lemon man, is reminded of an adventure that once befell a nephew of his or a cousin's son, or a cousin's nephew." (Mulliner's Nights, pg. 1)

My Mr. Mulliner is part of Britain's Wizarding world. An old pureblooded family from some bucolic shire, this family is not well known to the Purebloods of the British Nobility. Like the original stories, I shall stay true to boy meets girl, loses girl to some misunderstanding, is frustrated, humiliated and eventually has to win over the crusty old father who has already picked out a groom for her.

Please enjoy what I hope will be a lighthearted tale of humor and romance. Set in the London of the 1920's, I've kept the place names to the familiar ones we all know and love. Only the faces and personal names have changed.