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It's not safe out here, Ernie, especially for someone as young as Alabaster. Please tell me there's a spell or something I can cast to . . .
Dear Potter,
Macmillan owl'd me about you needing an enchanted object that can hide us from monsters. Now, there's not much outside of a really foul Muggle that can hide the scent of an adolescent or older demigod, but the Carmichael Family grimoire has instructions for enchanting a piece of jewellery that will work for a child less than twelve years old. It's best if it's never taken off, but . . .
Dear Heri,
Thank you for the chained wallet you sent me. It has to be the nicest gift I've ever received. At first, I was a bit confused as to why it came with a chain, but it's been of great help to me; I've yet to lose it since I've started using it. I usually have to have our House-elf, Corbin, find my wallet as I usually have trouble keeping track of it.
Gran says she's impressed by the quality of leather and the workmanship, and it's very difficult to impress my Gran.
Anyway, I hope you like my gift in return. I was thinking about getting you Henbane's Bestiary since you like C.O.M.C. so much, but I saw this in the shops when I was out picking up new pruning shears. I remembered you mentioning your interest in them before, so I thought you might like a crystal ball of your own.
Hoping you are well,
Neville
the
DAILY PROPHET
* Wizarding Britain's Premier News Source *
(August 3, 1995)
ROUGE DEMENTORS ROAMING LONDON
By Live-Action Correspondent, Sulplice Quimbledorn
Terror and despair struck the hearts of wizards and Muggles alike yesterday afternoon when a trio of Azkaban's notorious guards descended upon the unsuspecting citizens of the London Borough of Islington going about their daily business. As the foul creatures bore down upon them, several Muggles in their automobiles succumbed to the dispiriting influence and crashed into one another, resulting in severe damage of both persons and vehicles.
Aurors on the scene were horrified and baffled . . .
Dear Heri,
Greenland is lovely. The ice is yummy.
We haven't spotted any Umbringulated Gorbevacs, but I've found that the Monster Book of Monsters does an admirable job of sniffing out hiding creatures. My copy (that I've named Grizwald) valiantly discovered and confronted a Troll of Nadroj* before we could Apparate away. He got a bit scuffed, but he's stronger for it.
Don't worry too much about your precious burden; your enchantment will hold. Also, his mother is one of the more attentive ones, so protection will come from that front as well.
With fond wishes,
Luna
P.S. Daddy says hello.
P.P.S. Grizwald says hello too, and that he'd like to formally court your copy. I don't speak much sentient-bookese, but I believe he's spoken at great lengths about her crisp cover and sharp pages.
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Heri blinked at the odd declaration in Luna's post-script. The Monster Books of Monsters were actually sentient enough to the point that they desired to reproduce as well? That was some smart spell-work. She wondered what level of proficiency one had to reach to be able to create such a feat. She didn't know what to think about 'Grizwald' wanting to mate with her own Book, though. The other girl made it sound very formal, which implied that the Books had a level of intelligence comparable to Beings . . .
A thought suddenly occurred to her when she glanced up to see Alabaster down for a nap in the baby-cot she had found in the attic. Taking out a fresh sheet of parchment and a quill, Heri immediately began to pen a return letter to Luna.
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Dear Luna,
I'm glad to hear that you're having a nice time, though I'm tempted to worry for you after an encounter withe a Troll of Nadroj. You're being careful, right? Discovery is wonderful, but not at the price of your life and limbs.
As for matters of courting, I'm afraid my Book will be too pre-occupied in another matter to engage in such a thing. The distance between them will be another strike against it, you see, because I'll be leaving . . . Her? I'll be leaving her here . . .
Dear Miss Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to serve as Prefect for Hufflepuff House. Your school record shows that you are willing to work hard, have exhibited the ability to lead others, and value fair play, which Hufflepuffs have long stood for.
We are certain that you will continue to be a model for your peers and will take your new responsibilities seriously. Enclosed, please find your Prefect Badge, which should be worn on your robes at all times. Congratulations!
Sincerely,
Pomona Sprout
Head of Hufflepuff House
Covered in monster dust and bruises, a blond boy with the twitchy shiftiness inherent to people that had seen some shit stood in a partially destroyed playground. Around him, the ground was splattered with blood and looked like some great beast had raked its claws over the terrain repeatedly. This description was spot on. Barely able to keep on his feet, the boy tilted dangerously to the side with exhaustion and despair when he had no choice but to accept that his sword had been corroded down to little more than useless sludge.
"Dear, dear . . ."
The blond boy's head snapped to the side at the sudden exclamation. Caught off guard, he swivelled around on the spot, holding up his melted sword in front of him. He was panting harshly and almost seeing double, not at all ready for another confrontation.
The person that had come up behind him held up a placating hand.
"Steady on there, we mean you no harm!"
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