Since inheriting his family's fortune, Bertie's interest in politics had been reinvigorated. He had always been interested since he was small. Living with his Aunt and Uncle had secured that fact. But now, now he had literally more money than he knew what to do with, he felt a burning desire to do something.
It was a cold day. Bertie had wrapped up in a large coat to stay warm. He had come to a gathering in London as part of his exploration of various political groups. While he wanted to donate money to political causes - he needed to ensure that his money would be well used. And while he had large sums of money, his pot was not endless. He had to make hard decisions about where the money should go. Before he could make any money, he had to see what was out there.
Bertie remained mostly at the edge, keeping to himself. Most people there were hungry, and tired, and they didn't need some posh idiot who knew nothing of their worries to get in their way. Instead, he merely viewed from afar.
It wasn't until someone spoke to him, that he even opened his mouth. A young chap who already knew of him. Clearly a wizard. "Ah, yes!" he replied cheerfully, "Although, I work at Hogsmeade Hospital - not St Mungo's." Bertie studied the chap, trying place him. Bertie did recognise him, did he work for the Daily Prophet? No names came to mind though.
"I'm terribly sorry, you know my name, but I do not know yours."
It was a cold day. Bertie had wrapped up in a large coat to stay warm. He had come to a gathering in London as part of his exploration of various political groups. While he wanted to donate money to political causes - he needed to ensure that his money would be well used. And while he had large sums of money, his pot was not endless. He had to make hard decisions about where the money should go. Before he could make any money, he had to see what was out there.
Bertie remained mostly at the edge, keeping to himself. Most people there were hungry, and tired, and they didn't need some posh idiot who knew nothing of their worries to get in their way. Instead, he merely viewed from afar.
It wasn't until someone spoke to him, that he even opened his mouth. A young chap who already knew of him. Clearly a wizard. "Ah, yes!" he replied cheerfully, "Although, I work at Hogsmeade Hospital - not St Mungo's." Bertie studied the chap, trying place him. Bertie did recognise him, did he work for the Daily Prophet? No names came to mind though.
"I'm terribly sorry, you know my name, but I do not know yours."