It is not Muggles per se among whom I wish to live. It is poets. And one must go where the poets are. Were. And will be again, I make no doubt.

Besides, I am told they have opinions on the writing of history at Oxford the likes of which Professor Binns has never dreamt. Someone someday must set down a proper chronicle of these tumultuous, challenging, and spirit-refining times. Why should it not be a Moon who does so?

My dear fierce lady lion -- you aren't afraid, are you?