Dunmoody

Nobody freak out, but my entire street appears to be... well, kinda Muggle-ish. Magic's turned off. Even my wand is just a stick now. I mean, I grew up Muggle, so it's not so bad for me. But the old lady down the hall is in a real panic.

Magic may not work but I have tequila!

And I hate drinking alone. Someone come join me.