Milton had to admit, his stay in the UK had been pretty comfortable thus far. That Schultz woman had jumped through hoops to make sure he had everything he needed at the Leaky Cauldron - it was difficult to stop himself from taking advantage of that hospitality.

He arrived at the symposium, running over his main talking points in his brain as he prepared for the debate they'd be staging later. He wanted to be sure he hit all the important parts - he had a DUTY, after all, to give these people the cold, hard facts and help them make an informed decision!

So Milton kind of just...wandered. Running over his speech in his brain. Admiring the carpets. Pretty things, they were, despite his lack of love for them...