[Hi! I hope you've moved in happily and are not too tired! A short one, because work is getting insane. More on Sunday, if I'm lucky. Also, Queenie's letter is in small type because she's sending a Whisperer - my invention for a counter-Howler - as Percival will acknowledge in his answer.]
Percival,
Look what the owl brought in. Somebody had a copacetic evening, hmm?
Please accept my deepest, heart-deep gratitude for your help yesterday. You were, as we say, a brick (that’s lingo for spiffing). And I’m still sorry that I ruined your midnight fun by having you rig up emergency Portkeys rather than honour me with a dance. I’d have asked Graves *, if he hadn’t been so busy hoofin’ it on the floor.
Journey home was A-1, thanks to you. I had to report in the wake of arrival, but made sure Newt was fed and watered first along with his crew. He’s not spoken much. From what I’ve gathered, he did or said something rash to his host, grasped his case and bolted. Keeps saying it’s all his fault. (But then, he knows how I’d react if it had been the other fellow playing rash without a by-your-leave.)
Kid siblings, eh? Out of the crib into the cauldron fire, Miss Goldstein, and all we can do is try to soothe the burn. At least he is safe. And dashed lucky in his choice of friends.
Sincerely yours, Theseus Scamander
*Not for a dance, mind.
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Mr Graves, Percival, I left a banana on your desk. Please to eat it first thing, on account it has potassium and I don’t hold with ‘hair of the crup’, not on the occasion of a gentleman’s first-ever binge. (I’m sorry, it kinda flashed itself to my attention.) Also we had a great Imbolc time – I loved it all, the ducky dinner and the drinks, all the drinks, and you telling me about your Grampa and how he proposed to your Gran with a two-leaf clover, I loved that story. Just wish Tina could have heard it – too bad she had to App’rate back to M-A to take care of that unlocked – what, Teenie? Oh yes, and thanks for seeing me home in a yellow cabbage. (I still don’t get the No-Maj slang!) But enough of my prattling. You take care of yourself, now, for a… you do, and if you need an extra cup of Java, just send me a rat.
(And I loved the dancing best! See? That you have it in you? You brought the house down, Mr Graves, Percival, you did!)
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Miss Queenie,
The letter inside this one – can you see your way to sending it to Newt?
You’re such a nice lady and I don’t want to, like, cause trouble at work for you. Heck, no. But I don’t know who else to turn to. See, Newt thinks he’s made me mad. And now he’s left my digs, taking the creatures with him, and I got absolutely no clue how to get through to him.
Hell, I’d let your kind take me in and zonk me out again if I could just leave word for him in between.
So I’m taking a chance, Miss Queenie, seeing that there’s no one here to dive-and-roll me into that great build building of yours. I’ll just slip this under the door. It’s got your name on it and URGENT, and if somebody opens it, and the other letter, they’ll find that it’s nothing political. Just a guy trying to set things right. But perhaps they won’t – perhaps they’ll just figure it came by owl post and was dropped by mistake.
Fill - When the Clouds Roll By (10/?)
Percival,
Look what the owl brought in. Somebody had a copacetic evening, hmm?
Seraphina
The Levicorpus Lounge to MACUSA High Command
With Their Compliments
Table #17 (Mr Graves)
3 Nettle Juleps………………………………..………15 Drag.
3 Imbolc Celebratory Menus………………..….60 Drag.
1 bottle Mage Blanc de Blancs 1908…….....44 Drag.
2 Brandy Brooms……………………………………..9 Drag.
2 Witch’s Tipples………………………..……………9 Drag.
2 Salem Sides………………………………………....12 Drag.
2 Lobe-Blasters………………………………………..8 Drag.
1 table……………………………………………………56 Drag.
Total : 213 Dragots
You wild kid, you, Percy.
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Dear Miss Goldstein,
Please accept my deepest, heart-deep gratitude for your help yesterday. You were, as we say, a brick (that’s lingo for spiffing). And I’m still sorry that I ruined your midnight fun by having you rig up emergency Portkeys rather than honour me with a dance. I’d have asked Graves *, if he hadn’t been so busy hoofin’ it on the floor.
Journey home was A-1, thanks to you. I had to report in the wake of arrival, but made sure Newt was fed and watered first along with his crew. He’s not spoken much. From what I’ve gathered, he did or said something rash to his host, grasped his case and bolted. Keeps saying it’s all his fault. (But then, he knows how I’d react if it had been the other fellow playing rash without a by-your-leave.)
Kid siblings, eh? Out of the crib into the cauldron fire, Miss Goldstein, and all we can do is try to soothe the burn. At least he is safe. And dashed lucky in his choice of friends.
Sincerely yours,
Theseus Scamander
*Not for a dance, mind.
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Mr Graves, Percival, I left a banana on your desk. Please to eat it first thing, on account it has potassium and I don’t hold with ‘hair of the crup’, not on the occasion of a gentleman’s first-ever binge. (I’m sorry, it kinda flashed itself to my attention.) Also we had a great Imbolc time – I loved it all, the ducky dinner and the drinks, all the drinks, and you telling me about your Grampa and how he proposed to your Gran with a two-leaf clover, I loved that story. Just wish Tina could have heard it – too bad she had to App’rate back to M-A to take care of that unlocked – what, Teenie? Oh yes, and thanks for seeing me home in a yellow cabbage. (I still don’t get the No-Maj slang!) But enough of my prattling. You take care of yourself, now, for a… you do, and if you need an extra cup of Java, just send me a rat.
(And I loved the dancing best! See? That you have it in you? You brought the house down, Mr Graves, Percival, you did!)
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Miss Queenie,
The letter inside this one – can you see your way to sending it to Newt?
You’re such a nice lady and I don’t want to, like, cause trouble at work for you. Heck, no. But I don’t know who else to turn to. See, Newt thinks he’s made me mad. And now he’s left my digs, taking the creatures with him, and I got absolutely no clue how to get through to him.
Hell, I’d let your kind take me in and zonk me out again if I could just leave word for him in between.
So I’m taking a chance, Miss Queenie, seeing that there’s no one here to dive-and-roll me into that great build building of yours. I’ll just slip this under the door. It’s got your name on it and URGENT, and if somebody opens it, and the other letter, they’ll find that it’s nothing political. Just a guy trying to set things right. But perhaps they won’t – perhaps they’ll just figure it came by owl post and was dropped by mistake.
I’m kinda desperate here, Miss Queenie.
Newt’s friend