Taking a sip of her tea, Mia smiled over the table at Archibald Moody. Over the last year the Auror's she'd saved in Poland had been cycled by her guards as a "foreigner of interest with ties to the Grindelwald conflict." Archibald had become somewhat of a friend, Mia found it ironic that he was so much like his son would be, and other times entirely different. The Mad-Eye of her time had been comparably a harder, more world weary, version of Archibald.