You worked for the Ministry of Magic in London as an undercover auror in the muggle world. You tracked down wizards and witches for a living.

You were minding your own magical business, walking silently through the bustling London. You took in the fresh february air, a breeze ruffling your hair. Just as you looked down to step on a crunchy leave, a figure bumped in to you. You fell to the ground, as did the figure. You rubbed your eyes, before looking at the figure. They wore a teal-blue long coat, layered over a vest and button-up shirt, giving him a vintage, slightly disheveled look. His light brown curls fell over his eyes, completing his messy appearence. A brown suitcase laid in his lap-

Then a niffler fell in your lap.

He was a wizard!