"Not really. Death Eaters. Well... not even like full Death Eaters. Just the rabble that went along with it. You know how most of them fled to the continent. They were stirring up trouble... and we were asked to help."
Harry looked at the mask while Ron spoke. It was an ugly thing, but still kind of interesting looking. The story was better than the mask, he thought, but Harry didn't want to say as much out loud. So he just smiled.
"Brilliant, Ron. I'll have to find somewhere interesting for it to hang at 12 Grimmauld. It can remind me not to be fooled either."
He set the mask on the table and reached for his drink, taking a long sip. "So other than masks and dragons and impromptu trips to Japan, you're alright? Obliviation Squad still treating you good?"