The decree has just been announced, delivered to you by means of the paper. You read the article, and you re read it, and you re read it. What is supposed to happen to you now? No sooner than you think this, then you suddenly get another letter. The owl glares at you for a treat, before flying away quickly. You turn your attention to a letter. No return address, just a name. You open it.
Hello _________,
My name is Jack Dyllan. You may have registered with me while I led the Department of Magical Creatures. If not, you might know me from school, or from Weasleys. Regardless, I know of you, I know of your condition, and I know what predicament you currently are in. I would like to meet with you to advise you in how to proceed, and to offer up my home as a safe place. Please meet me at Weasley's Wizards' Wheezes at the attached time.
Thank you. -J.D.
You stare at the letter. Huh. Maybe there is something you can do.
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Jack wants to take in every displaced teen werewolf and vampire because she has a big heart and weird issues. Who would be up for this?