Merriweather Mulciber

Everyone who lived in the wizarding world knew of the fog and it's travel through their main towns. You had to be living under a rock not to. Somersby had heard the hushed conversations around the resort and seen the gradual increase of people coming to the resort. At least it might be good for business, he reasoned. He wasn't overly worried, the ministry would fix it, he was sure, but he was curious as to what it was. What it did. Just like everyone else. But it was far away and business was booming so Somersby didn't trouble himself with it as he supposed some might.

This afternoon Sanditon was bright and sunny. There was no fog in the afternoon sunlight and the animals in his father's zoo seemed to be rather content. Somersby had just finished them when he noticed a schoolmate of his eyeing the pen of his father's giraffes. "Good afternoon!" Somersby greeted in his best cheerful resort voice that everyone expected from the boy of summer.