The Muggles Situation…

It has become obvious to me over the gradual passage of time that I will have to handle the Muggles situation on the behalf of my darling (if not recently a bit aggravating,) son Nathan. Alas, I did not believe that this situation would spiral so out of my control. To truly remedy this catastrophe I would have to handle this in person, hence my recent visit to the kennel currently harboring this Mr. Muggles character. As I approached the strangely dressed receptionist, it became obvious to me that this meeting of minds might not go as smoothly as I had originally planned.

Nevertheless, my precious progeny’s entire career had been put at risk by my long lost grandchild’s former pet, so I endeavored on. I demanded a meeting with the resident known as “Mr. Muggles” and insisted I be allowed to speak with him right away. The oddly, tastelessly dressed, immensely frightening kennel worker led me down a dark, dank hall filled with the disturbing chirping and growling of numerous mangy animals that truly made me feel as though I were on some sort of prison block listening to the cat calls of a desperate, doomed population of death penalty inmates. I still can’t believe they had the nerve to use their little harsh doggie tones with me! I had to bang on a few gates to keep them in line. No one attempts to intimidate Angela D.A. Petrelli and emerges unscathed. I swear, I couldn’t understand why someone with the tactical maneuvering machination of someone like the cunning Muggles to be group among such a crowd. And yet, for the love of my oldest son, I soldiered on.

Soon, the demonically dressed slightly androgynous individual led me to a door marked “Do Not Disturb and/or attempt to feed. In a ominous tone the made-up youth said “What you seek lies within.” After giving him a stern talking to about facial cleanser and and professional courtesy I turned to the entrance to the back room, making a note to send the Haitian after that little goth individual. Perhaps I’d make him forget that he has absolutely no fashion sense or manners. At last, I was to meet the creature that threatened the success of the entire Petrelli clan and what I saw inside was…a very small dog. For some reason, I had expected something a little bit more menacing, not coordinated twin hair bows and color coordinated nail polish. Nonetheless, it was a very snappy look that even I have to admit is hard to pull off. “Mr. Muggles, I presume. I suppose I shall start by introducing myself.”

“No need.” he said.

And so, it had begun.