Wherever you’re ‘busting the blighters’ next, I need you to Floo back by way of New York and call on Newt. He is being contrary. And Mr Graves is being aggravating. ‘Incommunicado pending further return’ is not what I call an answer, least of all when asked about your brother. Who, as Bathilda informs me, is busy being a sandwich man. I do wish you children would keep me up to date with your career plans .
Are you sure you won’t be home for Imbolc, dear? Mr Graves is welcome to join you if he is re-communicado and doesn’t mind sharing your quarters. I’m using the guest bathroom to stock up on flobberworms.
Love from, Mother
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N., Coffee’s on the stove, plenty of paczki to go. Gotta deal with the public health fellas this morning, but we can grab a bite at 12, if you’re in? Catch Miss Brook on the radio?
J., Rather! Feeding time’s 12 for the Graphorns, but we can use an Extendable Ear. If you don’t mind, that is. Joining me. And helping me convince Dougal that Miss Brook is not a Demidolls.
N., Pal! Was that a joke? Like, an American joke ? We’ll make a Big Apple man outta you yet! Pull on that ear, I’m closing shop in five.
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Dear Mr. Scamander,
This letter to inform you that your request for an extension to your one-month leave has been denied.
As you may recall, Ministry servants are expected to take no more than three weeks’ annual pay off at a time. Bending the rule once is one thing. Bending them twice sounds like the onset of inexcusable debauchery. To quote the Minister himself, when shown your application, ‘there is a time for personal reasons, and there is a time for public duty and not being a walking Confringo’.
Please report at the earliest convenience to clarify your situation.
Sincerely,
Gareth Peppercorn Wizard Resources and Management Department Ministry of Magic
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J., Sending Niffty to you as he just shuffled up to me, ducking his beak, and held out a ball of silver paper in its paw. Little scallywag. No chocolate slabs in sight, though, so I’ll go and check on his cache. And then I’d better start making amends to Carlos.
N., Aw, poor little guy. It’s just what makes him tick, Newt! Not gonna give him a licking for a ticking! Never mind about the chocolate, I’m baking us apple pie tonight.
Oh, so Carlos knows about Nifflers, does he? Who’s he – friend of yours?
J., Oh, no, no, no, no. Merlin forbid, no. Just a poet chap I met. Worthwords Carlos Wordsworth, I think? Didn’t quite catch his name. I have one Niffler-savvy friend in New York, and he is doing his magic with apples right now.
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Tina,
And we’re done here. I’ve arranged for Queenie to travel ahead, as I need to tie up a few red tapes with our lads in Chicago. Your sister is fine. A-1, I’d say. And she is to report to me exclusively. Should Abernathy pester either of you, reroute him straight to me. Even better: tell him I want a complete write-up of the Imbolc memos for Monday.
Meanwhile, owl the memos to Auror Central, Ill. It’s that time of the year again.
P. G.
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N., You’re a genius! Boy-oh-man, are you! I did just like you said – left the Ashwinder eggs in the oven 28 minutes sharp, then took them out and shoved the choux in. They came out a right good crop, golden crips, and smelling like a hundred bucks. Don’t knock the plate when you climb out.
J., I’m so glad. And it helps me too, you know, because I need to ascertain the heat absorbed in egg-friendly habitats such as, well. Your oven. If I can find them a domestic purpose, perhaps rally The Witch's Friend, the Ministry may reconsider the insta-freezing ban and give the breed a chance. All thanks to the choux!
N., That’s great news. Use the oven all you want. Ain’t no one can take that memory from me when you go – it will be top of the chart. And stay there. Whatever comes, Newt.
J., Well, I'm not quite leaving yet. I mean, it’s no use trying to book a Portkey any time near Imbolc, really, and the No Maj boats are packed. And the Puffskeins might get seasick. And I do want to see the Aquarium. You know. For research.
Fill - When the Clouds Roll By (7/?) - Here we go again!
Wherever you’re ‘busting the blighters’ next, I need you to Floo back by way of New York and call on Newt. He is being contrary. And Mr Graves is being aggravating. ‘Incommunicado pending further return’ is not what I call an answer, least of all when asked about your brother. Who, as Bathilda informs me, is busy being a sandwich man. I do wish you children would keep me up to date with your career plans .
Are you sure you won’t be home for Imbolc, dear? Mr Graves is welcome to join you if he is re-communicado and doesn’t mind sharing your quarters. I’m using the guest bathroom to stock up on flobberworms.
Love from,
Mother
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N.,
Coffee’s on the stove, plenty of paczki to go. Gotta deal with the public health fellas this morning, but we can grab a bite at 12, if you’re in? Catch Miss Brook on the radio?
J.,
Rather! Feeding time’s 12 for the Graphorns, but we can use an Extendable Ear. If you don’t mind, that is. Joining me. And helping me convince Dougal that Miss Brook is not a Demidolls.
N.,
Pal! Was that a joke? Like, an American joke ? We’ll make a Big Apple man outta you yet! Pull on that ear, I’m closing shop in five.
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Dear Mr. Scamander,
This letter to inform you that your request for an extension to your one-month leave has been denied.
As you may recall, Ministry servants are expected to take no more than three weeks’ annual pay off at a time. Bending the rule once is one thing. Bending them twice sounds like the onset of inexcusable debauchery. To quote the Minister himself, when shown your application, ‘there is a time for personal reasons, and there is a time for public duty and not being a walking Confringo’.
Please report at the earliest convenience to clarify your situation.
Sincerely,
Gareth Peppercorn
Wizard Resources and Management Department
Ministry of Magic
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J.,
Sending Niffty to you as he just shuffled up to me, ducking his beak, and held out a ball of silver paper in its paw. Little scallywag. No chocolate slabs in sight, though, so I’ll go and check on his cache. And then I’d better start making amends to Carlos.
N.,
Aw, poor little guy. It’s just what makes him tick, Newt! Not gonna give him a licking for a ticking! Never mind about the chocolate, I’m baking us apple pie tonight.
Oh, so Carlos knows about Nifflers, does he? Who’s he – friend of yours?
J.,
Oh, no, no, no, no. Merlin forbid, no. Just a poet chap I met. Worthwords Carlos Wordsworth, I think? Didn’t quite catch his name. I have one Niffler-savvy friend in New York, and he is doing his magic with apples right now.
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Tina,
And we’re done here. I’ve arranged for Queenie to travel ahead, as I need to tie up a few red tapes with our lads in Chicago. Your sister is fine. A-1, I’d say. And she is to report to me exclusively. Should Abernathy pester either of you, reroute him straight to me. Even better: tell him I want a complete write-up of the Imbolc memos for Monday.
Meanwhile, owl the memos to Auror Central, Ill. It’s that time of the year again.
P. G.
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N.,
You’re a genius! Boy-oh-man, are you! I did just like you said – left the Ashwinder eggs in the oven 28 minutes sharp, then took them out and shoved the choux in. They came out a right good crop, golden crips, and smelling like a hundred bucks. Don’t knock the plate when you climb out.
J.,
I’m so glad. And it helps me too, you know, because I need to ascertain the heat absorbed in egg-friendly habitats such as, well. Your oven. If I can find them a domestic purpose, perhaps rally The Witch's Friend, the Ministry may reconsider the insta-freezing ban and give the breed a chance. All thanks to the choux!
N.,
That’s great news. Use the oven all you want. Ain’t no one can take that memory from me when you go – it will be top of the chart. And stay there. Whatever comes, Newt.
J.,
Well, I'm not quite leaving yet. I mean, it’s no use trying to book a Portkey any time near Imbolc, really, and the No Maj boats are packed. And the Puffskeins might get seasick. And I do want to see the Aquarium. You know. For research.
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