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Bunny waited in the Sitting room of The Mysterium Domum amused by the idea that she was off to see the Mystery House of San Jose in the Ministry's Mystery House. She was now terribly bored waiting for the chance to reconnect to the Muggle internet with her phone so she could complete her research of her destination. She was used to being disconnected when in transit knowing that it was a symptom of her mode of travel because after a fashion they were traveling in their own pocket reality.

She loved the speed and convenience of her method of travel but lamented the lovely views one got while traveling by Muggle aircraft not to mention the tiny bottles. One day soon she planned on buying a small seaplane and learning to fly it so she could go on trips with her muggle cousins and friends to Canada’s northern lakes.

Bunny loved muggle things as  much as she did magical things; she could teardown a marine diesel and put it back together with as much skill as she showed taking apart any magical device. Oh how she wished that the paranoia of the Wizarding world would at least allow research into Arctech (Muggle Tech combined with Magical enhancements, technically the Weasly’s car was a violation) that went beyond the theoretical>

“Why do Wizards live so long?” the sweet Miss Moon whispered to herself as she contemplated the fuddy duddies that ran the world’s magical councils. 

Then shrugging she put in her muggle made earbuds and hit her music to help clear her mind of the political. She was playing an older tune she’d discovered by accident one day called Karma Slave. She loved the tempo and used it not only to dance to but to practice her enunciation in spell casting the verbal component and its visualization so important to the art. So pulling out her wand and using weaving it through the air before her in complex and delicate patterns Bunny sang.

[center][color=dodgerblue]Today I’m a queen on the wheel 
Still a slave to the wheel
But this time around I am Smiling
Keep me cautious, keep me safe
Just incase there’s a chance
I can leave this wheel behind me.

Stand in the middle and you won’t get Dizzy
Stand in the middle and you won’t Fall down
If you stand in the middle you can keep your balance
Stand in the middle and the wheel spins round and round[/color][/center]

She loved this song because it held a mystical charm to it, a spiritual quality and it had caused her to delve into theology one summer and discover so many strange and wonderful clues to the world around her and the idea of Karmic Reincarnation appealed to her sense of universal balance.