The fog that clouded the wide window of the parlour was not magical in origin – despite what the muggles might insist about their revolutionary techniques of industry – but in its depths Elladora could see the potential ruin of them all. The papers were full of Irvingly and Wellingtonshire being engulfed: any fool could guess if it hadn’t stopped yet then it might not stop at all. They were hundreds of miles away and yet, each swirl of the London smog made Elladora tense.
 
A fog that could stop magic? Perhaps the muggles really were doing something revolutionary in their factories?
 
“Have you seen your mother this morning, my dear?” Elladora asked after greeting her nephew. It would be just like Ursula to get caught in this the moment it hit. “I want you all here safe today,” she added in a softer voice she usually reserved only for Sirius.

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fabulous set by Lady <3