Prompt Post #1

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 ROUND 1

FUCK IT WE'LL FIGURE OUT SPECIFICS LATER

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Re: Fill - When the Clouds Roll By (8/?)

[(Anonymous)]

SA Aaaand the first part of Graves's letter should be in italics, grrrrr htlm.

Fill - When the Clouds Roll By (9/?)

[(Anonymous)]

The Levicorpus Lounge
Will Be at its Brightest on Imbolc Night
with
Minnie Firebolt and her All-Girl Orchestra
Dinner at 7 p.m.
Dancing at 9 p.m.
Drinks at discretion!


Froglet,

Look, I get it. You’re in a miff, because I went and had old Graves update me on your Muggle baker… chum while you were away gathering beast intel, so I could check him out. Behind your back – not top form, I grant you. But did I have a choice?

You’ve blockaded yourself, and you won’t tell anyone home where you are and what you’re planning to do. Your visa is on its last legs. The Ministry’s breathing dragonfire down our collective necks. No, strike that. The Ministry’s two sparks away from making you redundant, Newt. What then?

Your Jacob looks a decent sort. No argument here. Steady. Jolly firm handshake. In any other circumstances, I’d give you the old blessing and talk the mater around. But, Newt, he’s off the reservation. You know what I mean – you know what their law say. If you stay, you’ll have to register with MACUSA and there’s no way they’ll let you bunk with him, even less wed him. Newt, Merlin’s sake! You can smuggle a case, but you can’t smuggle a lifetime, little brother, and I don’t have the clout to negotiate one for you.

What will you do if they march you out? Ask that man to give up everything he’s built up here to follow – what? Does he even know how you feel about him? Do you?
On the verso, my quarters for tonight, Not booking a hotel, since I’m Flooing back at dawn. Come and have a drink. Please. I’m not here to drag you kicking and screaming to the nearest eligible deb, brother. I’m here for you. Just Tease and Frog, as it’s always been.

T.

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Dear Percival,

That’s so sweet and thoughtful of you. We’re not exactly Imbolc girls, Teen and I – both raised in the Kabbalah – only Pa had a mix-and-stir attitude with tradition, calling it eclectism, and Teen takes after him – and she says she needs to keep an eye on things anyway, so thank you kindly and we’ll be there!

Pity about the dancing. Why don’t you join us after? The Lounge has the best wizz jazz and nettle juleps, and it’s a nice clean joint, no socking on the cards. Honor bright!

Queenie

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Madam President,

Having given the matter serious consideration, I think that we can, indeed, skip the Pouring of the Milk. An early night may be to the benefit of our foreign guests. And Security will be less of a bother for any and all if cows are not involved.

I shall meet with you in the Lobby in an hour’s time.

Respectfully,
Percival

(Sera, how the hell does one dance the Fwooper Hop?)

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I’m not fifteen anymore. Just stay away, Theseus.

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Tease, I’m outside the door.

Please, take me home.

[And that's the end of Chapter 3. Don't kill me! Wind in the barley, clouds in the sky, all that. They'll be all right.]

Re: Fill - When the Clouds Roll By (9/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Ha, thanks for your comment! I'm tearing my hair over some extremely dull translating/editing work, and they're a welcome distraction.

It means, I'm afraid, that Imbolc Night did not go quite well for Newt. Newt has a tendency to act rashly and explain himself later (cf. the movie), and bolt before he does so (ditto). Also, it's an epistolary fic, meaning I had to unglue him from Jacob's side and home at some point. But no worries. They'll get there.

We know little about the Pagan Imbolc rituals, but it seems that these did involve lighting fires and pouring milk on the ground as a symbol of fertility. (And I need to add a quick note to the AO3 chapter!) Cows in MACUSA = me being silly (and Percival being argumentative so he can curtail a very formal ceremony and go have fun for the first time in, what, forty years? Yes, he and Queenie are bonding at lightspeed. I like to imagine their little smiles while reading each other's notes.)

Probably posting part 10 next Sunday, as work is slowing me a bit down, but answer if and when you can. No worries. All the best for your moving out!