The book Oz had been reading actually was fairly engrossing, but the entrance of a sibling shook him back to the present. Say what you would about the Dempseys, but they certainly knew how to draw attention in a room. He put a bookmark in his book but didn't close it, and considered the idea of an Irish Muggle parliament.

"I don't know. Sounds dull," he pronounced. He knew very little about the workings of the government in any capacity, but he didn't imagine that whatever parliament did all day was very well aligned with the whims of a poet. Then again, their parents had always been eccentric. Perhaps Eamon Dempsey would consider going out for a parliament seat on a whim, just to see what Muggles were doing with the country. Maybe Oz would even consider it. He was probably too young for parliament now, but by the time whatever Christabel was reading about in the paper actually came to pass he might not be.

"Don't hold your breath on the magical government following suit, in any case," he continued with a shrug. Again, he knew little of politics, because he cared little to try and follow them, but the Ministry of Magic didn't strike him as the sort of place eager to cede its authority to anyone else.

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