Bill nods. "I was preparing to do just that. In fact..." He pulls a piece of parchment out of the pocket of his galabayya, along with a Muggle-style pencil. "No ink needed..." His voice is almost apologetic as he writes, magically copying the newspaper articles to the parchment, folding it, sealing it, and addressing it.

Then he looks up. "Have you been to Luxor's wizarding bazaar?" He knows Voldemort has.

Worlds are colliding, and they're doing it in more ways than one.