July 5th, 1893 — Celebration of Newtonian Physics; Wellingtonshire

Timothy had been greatly interested in attending this particular event. It had also sounded like something his wife would enjoy and he had been proven rather correctly. He lost her among the crowd but figured they would come across each other again later. They were hardly one of those married couples that sought to be next to one another throughout societal obligations. Besides, there were many things of interest to be seen.

He went towards the gravity ball and was amused at its effects. Not everyone seemed amused though as the person next to him looked like they were going to be sick. Perhaps increased gravitational pull didn't agree with some. "Are you all right?" He asked, wondering if he should perhaps help them to a table to rest.

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Being a scientist of both the magical and muggle variety, this was one of the few events Harry found himself pleased to be invited to. It was so rare that there was any overlap between his two areas of passion--at least, outside of his own laboratory--that coming was almost worth it on the basis of novelty alone.

That said, having a passion for science was, apparently, not at all the same as having a stomach for science, as evidenced by how Harry found himself reacting to the "gravity ball." He felt distinctly queasy. "Ah," he said when a man next to him asked if he was all right, "I don't think I was prepared for that."

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"I suppose even wizarding guide is victim to the physical effects of intense gravity," Timothy could not help but say in jest. He knew the other from shared academic circles but had never had much cause to speak with him one on one.

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Harry smiled, despite his discomfort. "Even we are not immune, alas." At least there was humor to be found in it all. "I do appreciate the cleverness of it, though."

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