(Well, I assuming this is supposed to be fixed, so, yeah.)
It's been 20 years since Max Pearson first stepped foot in the wizarding world. Boy, so much has changed since then. The wonderous world he once knew as a boy has become a darker, more dangerous place to live, especially for his own children. Ever since the purgers came on the rise, nothing was sacred. He wondered to himself if things would ever go back to normal? If only things were different. Max took a seat in his cluttered ministry office, and ruffled through reports. a knock at the door was heard.
"Come in." Max responded, not looking up from his paper. A familiar face came through the door. Max smiled. "Billie!" He stood up and shook his hand. "How are you doing, buddy?"
"Eh, you know, same ol', same ol'."
"And how is it handling those kids of yours. Has your niece and nephew finished couping with your sister's death." Billie shook his head.
"I don't think any of us have finished couping with that." He responded. "And to add to that, my own son still hates me for not being around for his childhood."
"Well, it's not your fault, Bill." Max responded. "Elle didn't tell anyone about him." Billie sighed, looking down at his feet.
"Yeah, I know." he looked back up at Max. "How about you? Are your kids doing all right?" Max nodded.
"Evan and Gwen are doing just fine." he answered.
"glad to hear." Billie stated. "Any news on the whereabouts on Wolfe?" Max shook his head.
"Nope. nor have we found any trace of Marcus." he answered.
"How ironic." Billie said, shaking his head. "Our two worst enemies are on two opposite ends of the spectrum. A deatheater and a purger."
"Yeah, no doubt they'll be at eachother's throats if they ever meet." Billie chuckled at Max's remark.
"agreed."