"All right, all right. Let me get into the spirit. 1289. I can't remember the last time I took a bath. Yesterday I saw a woman's ankle and I'm still not over it. She had the loveliest warts. No indoor plumbing, so whenever I last pooped, I had to vanish it." Sirius made a face. Ugh, medieval times were gross. But no, he had to do this. "I bet I didn't even wash my hands after. And now I'm sitting around with all these other blokes. I have a beard. Everyone had a beard back then. I'm telling you, when I was little I just assumed men didn't have lower faces until modern times, because you couldn't see any in their portraits hanging in our house."

He pulled another face, then ran all ten fingers through his hair. "What are we trying to decide? So many things. Legality of dragon eggs. Whether witches should be allowed to carry wands. For the record, we all decide that, no, they shouldn't, but then as soon as we get home, our wives hex us and the next day we reverse the decision and, I assume, don't get any for at least a month. True story. Something, something... Right! Floo powder! Invented by, whatherface... Ignatia Wildsmith. Merlin, what a name. Anyway, the rules regarding its use, they were decided. It was invented a while prior, but, ironically, news didn't travel that fast."