Errrr Oh! Great, hi, hey. I can't say I've been expecting much of anything after that hoky little meeting, but... yeah. Did he now? And why were you supposed to contact me? I'm not moving to Hogsmeade, if this is what you're on about. I've got a job, dollface. Two jobs, actually. I can't really afford to be traipsing about with crazy people who seem to think we have some other destiny in the land of Oz. This is all naff. Fucking crazy, but mostly naff. If you want to meet, you can come to me, not the other way around. I like to know my exits.