It was a fairly normal day in Wiztalk studios. People strolled around the building as usual, most with their wands out, preforming various pre-show charms, some calling out the time until show aired. To most employees, all seemed calm. However, up in the producer's office, a problem was arising.
"What do you mean Myron Wagtail won't do the show?" exclaimed Don Stevens, the executive producer. "Her band hasn't been in style for almost three years, surely she has the time!"
Jan, Don's assistant, ruffled through her papers. "Well, apparently she's giving birth at the moment. You see, her baby started coming early and-"
"That's no excuse!" roared Don, pounding his fist on the table. Jan flinched. "We have her scheduled to appear in an hour to be interviewed live! What are we supposed to do now?"
"Well, we'll just have to call someone up on short notice sir," Jan reasoned, trembling.
"Who on Earth would come on such short notice?" he demanded.
"W-well, sir," stuttered Jan,"There is...one group we've been in contact with." She shot him a nervous glance.
"Go on," he prompted, nearly growling.
"Th-they've been contacting the front desk, sending in letters, demanding interviews. We've denied them several times, but they've been very persistent. This could be a perfect opportunity to fit them into the schedule."
"Why haven't I heard about this before?"
Jan gulped. "They're not exactly famous sir."
"Well, who are they?""
"They call themselves the Unrelated Wizards. They insist that they're various people that they clearly aren't."
"Who do they claim to be?"
"Well, one wack-job Canadian claims to be Harry Potter, that one British boy?"
"Yes, yes, I know him."
"You see, I have a bit of interest in the Second Wizarding War, as well as the First, so I know a lot about his story, sir. Most of the people in the group claim to be people with some type of relation with Harry."
"Are they nut jobs or something?" asked Don with interest.
"I'm almost positive they're insane, sir, but they are quite entertaining. If they did the show I guarantee it would be...interesting."
Don sighed, running his fingers through his non-existent hair. "Okay, call them up. They're all we've got."
Jan hurried out of the office, and ran to alert the crew.
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