"Really?" One eyebrow went up. "You fought against Voldmort at the Battle of Hogwarts, that should be an automatic in. They actually told you they wouldn't accept you?"
"You do that. We will see what we will see. In the mean time, I saw in the journals you were looking to move. You need an apartment? My father and I own most of a block in Southwark where I live and I've got other properties all over."
He chuckled. "So tempting and so easy, and so not allowed any more. Sometimes I think I should have gone for hit wizard. Only adrenaline high I can get any more is broom racing. Get right up and push against that edge again."
"It was so peaceful there. The grass has grown up around her grave, and there are always flowers. I see to that, at least; none of her family survived the war." Rich nodded and sighed. "I appreciate the offer. Not that I'm likely to take you up on it. Tried counselors and that stuff. Even listened in on one of the Battlescars things. No real help. I just have to put things right in my own head again and they will all go back to... wherever in my head they rest."