"My father lives at the border between Wales and England. The compound is called the Bubble Palace. Everyone knows about it. The Weird Sisters live there. They are a very famous rock group, and I can't believe I'm actually telling you this, like your story is normal." And yet, who didn't know about the palace or the Weird Sisters.
"Wait, so you're telling me that in ten years, everything went to hell, because of that stupid proposal. The conservative members of the wizengamot are against it, but there is a push from the more liberal wing of the Ministry. It wasn't just fertility, because we're fertile enough. It's just that we live to be a hundred and fifty. Who the hell wants to get married at twenty and have five kids? They are talking about marriage laws and male pregnancies and asexual reproduction, something to do with cloning. Some of the old families are ready to start another war. I guess they won't have to. The Ministry kills us all, fuckers," she said, shaking her head.
"I can see a few purebloods being very smug about this end result, even if it ended in everyone's death." She looked at him while they walked. "Right, so lots of people I don't know and the only thing in common is that you're all ancient, except now I'm here and I'm not. Families? Houses? Leave it to Hogwarts to bring back all Hufflepuff. That would be brilliant. We certainly wouldn't do anything to cause the end of the war. Mind you, I'm still not sure that this is real and my father hasn't spiked my drink with some potion."