Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2019 18:46:09 GMT -7
Dr. Mann was right... this place was nuts. England... Scotland. To a lesser extent, Ireland... this place has issues.
Dr. Mann, magnificent squib that he was, had done a great deal of digging into the Wizarding World across the pond from their native United States. Oberon had followed up, verifying as much as he could, mapping out the biggest magical populations. By now, he'd spent a few days scoping out the so-called "Diagon Alley" and it's darker cousin, "Knockturn Alley". Awful names, in his opinion, but it wasn't the worst he had seen.
Earlier in the week, Oberon had put out a few feelers for contacts Dr. Mann kept. He didn't know if Mann knew these people, but they had to be important if Mann thought so. Part of what Oberon had sent out were invites -invites to meet away from the magical populace. Today, he was waiting to see if any of those contacts would answer the call.
The meeting place he had chosen was a small breakfast joint that served a poor excuse for real coffee. As he sipped the bland bean water, he grimaced, hoping someone would show up soon. Oberon had more to learn and a list of names that needed to be eliminated.
@ fellow witch hunter (open)
Dr. Mann, magnificent squib that he was, had done a great deal of digging into the Wizarding World across the pond from their native United States. Oberon had followed up, verifying as much as he could, mapping out the biggest magical populations. By now, he'd spent a few days scoping out the so-called "Diagon Alley" and it's darker cousin, "Knockturn Alley". Awful names, in his opinion, but it wasn't the worst he had seen.
Earlier in the week, Oberon had put out a few feelers for contacts Dr. Mann kept. He didn't know if Mann knew these people, but they had to be important if Mann thought so. Part of what Oberon had sent out were invites -invites to meet away from the magical populace. Today, he was waiting to see if any of those contacts would answer the call.
The meeting place he had chosen was a small breakfast joint that served a poor excuse for real coffee. As he sipped the bland bean water, he grimaced, hoping someone would show up soon. Oberon had more to learn and a list of names that needed to be eliminated.
@ fellow witch hunter (open)