I have entered the loony bin oh my.
The walls are made of concrete so the connection here is… basically non existent. Me and pumpkaboo made a new acquaintance who complimented me on my "definitely new" boots (they are actually well worn and dirty). Oh well, you're not here for the woes of a depressed enby. On with the madness that is Pottertalia!
Leon had barely closed the door behind him when a tapping started on the window to Arthur's left. Sighing he got up from his place on the sofa to let in the owl he had been dreading since he had received the Daily Prophet this morning.
He was the most politically active Kirkland after all and, even though some might disagree, to Dumbledore that meant the most influential "Light" wizard on the British Isles next to himself.
The truth of course was that Arthur was not what the modern British wizard would deem "Light" and infinitely more influential than even Albus Dumbledore.
But no one had to know that besides him and the other nations, really.
Starting a story is really hard… you and I know that I know where I wanna take this but urgh the beginning just doesn't want to happen...