Graham Niles Westerly put his hand in his apron as he had just recently been laid off from a job in a small coffee house. The coffee house had, gone out of business it wasn't like he was merely let go. However, as he reached his hand into the pocket of the apron which had been sitting in his closet for the last week, he felt something a piece of paper it seemed. He pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket and began to read. "The time is at hand."

It wasn't until a moment later, mid-reading that he noticed the other part of the note in the apron's side pocket. Curse the many pockets that Barista's aprons came equipped with.

"Dear recipient,

Per the agreement of our prior arrangement, ... are issuing a widespread call for all relocated persons to return to England.... Please report immediately to the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade on August 14th to report to the head of U.M.B.R.A., Artemis Braker Jr.

The time is at hand.

U.M.B.R.A." He quickly read the note skimming sections that didn't pertain to him, it wasn't as if he was dead or anything to that extreme. "okay then, england here we come!" Quickly Niles put all of his belongings into a camping-style backpack he only had about 500 dollars american, a fake-passport which wasn't really all that important know...or so it would seem, and a few sets of clothing, all of his things fit into one bag. He quickly put on his last and final touch, three items he had come accustom to wearing as a way to blend in. Those being a worn in leather Jacket, a pair of thrift-store sunglasses aviator style, and a tattered news-boy cap.

It took Niles nearly five minutes to realize that his most important possession was still hidden in the cavity behind the false brick. It would be hard to do much of anything without your wand, now wouldn't it.