That's just the business I’m in.

Though he'd been expelled from Beauxbatons during his last year, Perry had spent enough time around children his age during WW2 (Wizard War 2) to know that not every young soldier responded to war with a thirst for justice; many disagreed with the side that they'd been forced to fight for, and craved the opportunity to break free from the crowd. Not every Hogwarts student would choose to fight with the Ministry, and because of the fact that these children were not nearly as powerful as the adult wizards they would be paired against, they would need assistance – or so Paris hoped as he made his way around the corner, planting his feet on Hogwarts’ soil. On his back he carried his tradition rucksack, which was, as usual, filled to its maximum capacity with weapons of sorts; weapons which he was prepared to hand out like candy to those who approached to them. Paris' inventions would be theirs, so long as they paid for them.

It was almost amusing, the way that Paris stood at the very edge of the school, grinning hopefully at the soldiers before him. That was the problem with neutrality; if you did not stand for something, you began to see war as nothing more than an opportunity – or so it had been with Paris.

Having decided that his intentions were not clear enough to those around him, Paris fished through the pockets of his loose-fitted jeans for his wand. When his fingertips met with the splintering piece of wood, Paris whipped it from his pocket and held it before him. “Flagrate,” He spoke clearly, and with the tip of his wand, Paris created an advertisement in the air above his head, spelling out the pair of sentences with the tip of his wand.

Fight for your beliefs and for your loved ones!
Come get your wizarding weapons, and blast those bastards to hell!