After an unfortunate ‘Potter spilled red dye all over my black robes incident, I became very temped to quit and move to Canada. I heard that the ‘true north and free’ is an excellent place to spend in seclusion.  Nunavut sounds like a barren enough place, where few human babies inhabit.

But after hours of careful consideration, I have decided to remain home in good old, familiar Scotland.

Potter, oblivious to the devastation he had caused, is currently going about the business of chewing on my wand.

In any case, that boy is lucky I have many sets of spare robes, otherwise…

Wait a moment. Chewing…wand…

“HARRY!”