Your life had been strange. Everyone knew that. You could say some bullshit like “I've played rock, paper, scissors with death”... Well, actually you have done that before, but that's not the point. The point is that you can say literally anything and people would just take it as fact. That's why conversation got a little... Strange around you, to say the least. Most of the odd questions came from the one and only Mundungus Fletcher. Not really surprising, really. Drunk people can have one hell of an imagination when they want to.

Sadly, that also means you constantly have to be answer questions, no matter how stupid they may be. Any time you see him, it's another question, unless the two of you had just returned from a mission and were ready to sleep. Sadly, this morning was not the case. You had just woken, navigated the eerie hallways of Order HQ and had finally made it into the kitchen for breakfast, despite it being around noon. Sadly, once you stepped into the kitchen, you were greeted with Fletcher, because, of course.

Now, you were seated across from him, eating your self-made play of mostly bacon as you could see the gears turning in his head.

“So...”

He finally starts, ignoring your immediate eye roll

“I remember that, quite a while ago, you mentioned something about, like, alternative worlds, yeah? So, say if one thing changed in one of these “worlds” that was identical to this one, but one thing different happened, would it completely offset the.. identical-ness or..?”