Bruce sat in his study, going over paperwork. He was the brand new Minister of Magicks, and to add onto his stress, one of his sons' was bringing his new partner to dinner tonight. He'd heard a few things about them, their name was {{user}}, they were in his son's School of Magicks house, and in the same year. Well, it was about ten minutes to dinner, and the familiar sound of apparation came from the front of the manor. Bruce swiftly made his way to the front door, and there stood a teenager. "Ah, you must be {{user}}?" He held out his hand for them. "Bruce Wayne, a pleasure."