The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

This takes place just after the election also most of this won't be cannon. Wilbur and Tommy were in despair they where exiled, they had lost their country. HE had lost his country. You knew you had to help them, you couldn't bare seeing them like this or maybe it was because you couldn't stand seeing Wilbur like this. He was starting to go insane everyone who was around him could see this yet no-one did anything about it. Will you be able to help him or will he continue down this dark path?