Horace slammed himself down to the table, fuming with a scroll in his hands. "How on earth am I still eligible? I'm am old man, and do not wish to be chained down with a wife and child! Did you get your letter yet? Apparently we all must do our part for the Wizarding World." He chuffed at that. "I pity whatever witch the Ministry forces onto me. I won't move out of this castle, no..."