Young Mister Cresswell stepped over the piles of laundry and looked with some measure of surprise at the stack of books. He brushed the dust off the spine of one and busied himself with the pages.

"What brings you to Muggleland, Cresswell?"

"Nothing pleasant Haddock." It was almost a joke. Or at least as close to a joke as Philip came. "What are you doing with the mudbloods anyway?"

There were plenty of questionable ways to live in the wizarding world. Philip, if anyone, knew that now.

"Interesting place."