"A young Albus Dumbledore found me. I was naked. He did not seem to appreciate it as much as he should have," Kirley offered since they were exchanging stories. "They do, but since the goblins like me and I successfully ran both our band and my own private record company--more on that later--I guess they figured I could handle money." He grinned. "Their other option was Lucius Malfoy, but that guy sucks."
2003. Five years. Fuck. "I'm from 2008. It could be worse, I guess. At least the Bubble Palace was finished in 2003, so you won't look at me like I've lost my mind when I mention it." That would have broken his heart. "No. It's just us. And my daughter. Did I mention I have a daughter? Savannah, she's an adult so no worries there, but I remember her as a four-year-old. She probably wasn't even born yet in 2003." He didn't remember when Savannah's birthday was, but he could find out.
"Ravenclaw is earmarked for the students, and no one else wanted Hufflepuff. Savannah is there, but other than that it'll just be us. You can have a whole floor for yourself, and I've claimed some rooms for the instruments. We'll have to start making one into a recording studio." He gave Myron a sad glance. "Oi, who am I? Of course, we have a proper drink down there. Oh! Also, I made a club down in the old boathouse. It's called the Styx, and despite the lack of customers, I think you'll like it."