OOC: GAH! I AM SO... TICKED OFF! I had a great first post, but then my computer decided to hate me right then and delete it! 
I'll try and make it as the same as possible, but it won't be as good as before 
Tony grinned as he took off his helmet and shook out his hair. He'd just had a great drive, and boy did he need it. He'd had that weird feeling, like something big was about to happen, when he woke up. Driving always helped. The feel of the car's motor, the lurch of speed as it starts down the track, Tony loved it. Plus, it kept his mind off of Beryl and Frenchie. He still couldn't believe he was so far away from them. They were in Iceland and... well, he was in New Zealand. He couldn't even call Beryl, even though he had her new number. He was too embarrassed of the fact of how they knew each other. Besides, she was probably happy with Frenchie making house calls every night. He banged his fist on the car, causing just the slightest dent. Oh, not again. He'd have to ask Dwight about painting over that... again. He pushed the weird feelings and thought sof Beryl and Frenchie out of his mind, smiling as he noticed Dwight, his best friend and manager jogging up to him. He was holding something in his hands.
"Hey Tony! You were great, per usual." Dwight grinned, his blue eyes lighting up ever so slightly. His eyes always did that whenever he smiled. That's probably one of the reasons why he's so famous with women. Plus he was totally hot. "I don't see why you don't go pro, Tony. You're probably the best driver out there!" He chuckled as Tony gave him his famous "drop it" look. "Whatever, bro. This came for you while you were driving. It doesn't have a return address, but the stamp does say it's from England." He looked down at the watch on his wrist. His eyes seemed to pop out of his sockets. "OH, BLOODY- Tony, I gotta go. I had to be at this meeting 10 minutes ago. Tell me what that letter says later, okay?" He gave Tony a two-fingered salute, running off towards the offices that were by the track.
Tony waved lazily after Dwight, looking at the letter. Tony's interest had spiked when Dwight had said England. It couldn't be... no, no way. Tony's curiosity got the best of him, and he tore open the letter, reading the first, and only, sentence aloud. Suddenly, words started to appear on the letter:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Letter
Dear recipient,
Per the agreement of our prior arrangement, we at the Unified Magical Being Relocation Affair are issuing a widespread call for all relocated persons to return to England as soon as is convenient. Those who do not return will be assumed captured or deceased. 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.
Tony stared at the letter, trying to make sense of it all. He had to go back to England? After 10 years, he was finally going. Tony shook his head in disbelief. How could this happen? After finally being accepted as a normal person with a normal past, after his life was finally starting again, this stupid letter had to come along and ruin it. He thought of Beryl, and Frenchie, but mostly Beryl. He'd had some feelings for her when he'd left, but it seems Frenchie had more. He suddenly had tears in his eyes and was ripping up the letter, first in half and then into the smallest pieces possible. He wasn't going back, no way, not after everything he'd achieved. They weren't gonna screw up his life again, not after what happened the first time. Tony threw the piece onto the track, grabbing his helmet and storming into the offices.