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Fill - When the Clouds Roll By (13/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-07-14 11:44 am (UTC)(link)March
Newt, buddy,
You can talk risks and hazards till you’re blue in the face and I’d still stand by my word. If they’ll let you and me be a we, where you live, then they can paint a moving target on my back – plenty of room – and I’ll take it from there. Hell, Newt! I been in a six years’ rodeo your Mister Dark had nothing on, trust me. I can keep my eyes out. Just, tell me your folks won’t give you the icy mitt on account of me being a working-man with no liquid assets in their currency. But if they’ll take one that’s hard at work and will have your back, rain or blizzard, then I’m as good as gone.
You speak of the life I have , Newt, like you ain’t the one made it possible. So that’s one life. You – we – can make plenty others. My pals, yeah, they’re good people, and my folks are buried here around. But we Kowalskis were ramblers ever before we touched ground. It’s in our blood to hit the road. I did it, back in ’18, and I’ll do it again, if the ride ends in meeting you. Any time. Any glad time, Newt.
Yours,
J.
(I figure Bat has forgiven me for going and tying my note to her leg! She’s clicking her beak as I write – either for this or the minced meat on the sideboard. I’m making croquettes. Wish I could share, but they get dry and crumbledy on hold.)
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Mr Kowalski,
My name will likely ring a bell with you – possibly an alarm. The last time ‘we’ met, as I recall, I was not myself and you were a prisoner. Hardly a sterling introduction.
Yet I would be grateful if you agreed to see me in person at the day and hour of your choice. I suggest the Automat in Chestnut Street, two blocks away from your place. It has the advantage of a No-Maj neighbourhood and a loud radio, two excellent things for a private talk.
This parchment will self-destruct in five seconds. Just give my owl your answer – a nod or a shake will do. If the latter, you have my word that I shall not bother you again.
With my sincere regards,
Percival Graves
----------------
Headmaster,
Alas! It seems that you have one more rogue within these walls. Much as I am aware of your iron rule that all should stay the Easter holiday in Hogwarts, and bow to its wisdom, I must decline. My oldest living friend requires my presence in terms that cannot be denied – all the more as her mission for me concerns a former Hogwarts student who was quite unfairly expelled by your predecessor. You, Armando, are the last man to put your well-being before that of our charges. Would you expect less of me?
On the upside, Miss Bagshot’s strawberry plants are the best and brightest in wizarding England. Quite scrumptious to the eye and taste buds. I’ll go on a wild guess here and say that she would not be adverse to sending you a few cuttings.
Respectfully,
Albus Dumbledore
-----------------
April
Honey,
I did it! I mindread my first ghost today! Golly, I’m so pumped up. You were right, it’s totally feasible, only you gotta keep the cobwebs off your head.
Now for my report. The big silly had no idea who GeeGee is, only thought the twentieth century had gone to the dogs and here was a nice, clean, whitewashed fella like him, all set to bring back the glorious days. Of horse wagons, that is, and riding the Sasquatch trail well into sunset. So I mindsaid that we’d take care of the horse end of business, and not to let anyone through the South Portal ever again.
Meet you on the roof at noon? To celebrate? My team’s broken out the root beer already!
Queenie
Re: Fill - When the Clouds Roll By (13/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-07-15 08:07 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill - When the Clouds Roll By (13/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-07-15 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)Ha, I can't guarantee a full-fledged correspondence between Jacob and Graves, as I must really bring this fic to an end, but yes - they'll be working together, and learning to appreciate each other. One thing I do love in Jacob is that, being an ex-soldier, he knows when to appraise and follow a directive, and when to improvise one (give a punch, crash a door). He and Graves will certainly find ways of understanding each other in that respect.
Noon kissing on that roof! Absolutely. A bit tentative at first, then sweet and lovely (Graves, I feel, is a bit of a novice. But a quick learner, and Queenie will prove an enthusiastic instructor.) I'm glad and relieved the shift to romance feels natural.
You know, I've always wondered too if the wizarding word had anything close to Freudian therapy. There are Healers, but they seem to work with spells and Herbology rather than "Headology", as Pratchett's Granny Weatherwax would say. Perhaps the American wizards - whose No Maj counterparts greeted Freud enthusiastically - are more advanced. Who knows indeed.
Thanks for staying by! Work is still tolling its bell, but I'll try to post a bit more this week-end.
Fill - When the Clouds Roll By (14/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-07-20 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)Newt has finally come home and to his senses, and told me all about you. Once started, he simply couldn’t stop, as is his wont, and spent all of Sunday waving his arms about and saying ‘Bugger!’ when the door bell rang. I feel as if I knew you already! He’s also told me of your plans to marry. Well, Jacob, you’ll find us a plain English, plain wizard, plain-speaking lot, but plain is as plain does, and so let me plainly say: welcome to the family.
Now, my dear man, let’s have none of this stuff and nonsense about class. I was a farmer's daughter when I married Ned Scamander, and, believe me, he was glad enough to have a fiancée who could call a spade a shovel and didn’t dawdle in bed waiting for her morning pumpkin juice. There is an open-armed market here for young men of an active persuasion. Bakers, too. Especially bakers. Why, when my elder boy went to Hogwarts, he was offered moldy bread at his very first meal. Moldy bread, I ask you! Really, a man could invest in a sweet, cosy little shop at Hogsmeade – such a nice picturesque spot, too, only four inches of snow at winter – and live like King Arthur on his revenues. Only a gobstone’s throw from here, too, now we have upgraded our chimney.
But more of that when you come to visit. Now, Newt has a four day’s live on Beltane, three weeks from today. If you can see your way to booking your passage, he will make certain to fetch you at the Muggle dock and bring you here. Do say yes, and make a mother’s heart glad.
With all best wishes,
Demeter Scamander
(We also need to have a word about the American Muggle banks.)
------------------------
Mr Graves,
Here are this month’s words. I’ve tried to keep them short and punchy, like you said. Also 100 per cent pure No-Maj. Except that Grindelfella spent his three months here investigating the Bronx, they’ll mean jack to him and his gang.
Chrusciki - that’s one of mine. Knot pastry, batter fried in oil, light as air. Would go nicely with a levitating spell.
Jukebox – I don’t think your kind has them as of yet. It’s a music box you kinda feed nickels to, so it puts out the swing. Perhaps that jinx you spoke of, that makes the adversary’s ears go kah-boom.
Svoyi Kodziri – a card game my next-door neighbour, Mr Loutine, is awful fond of. You know exactly what cards the other party has, and you use that to try and flatten him. You can’t bluff your way out with this one, which is why it never got popular on the block, but I like the sound of it.
Horsefeathers!– Something you say when you won’t buy none of what the other party’s saying. Newt loves that one. Dunno how you’d Latinize it, though.
Here’s hoping they will be up to scratch. I don’t reckon I’ll be staying in New York forever, sir, but here or there, or anywhere, you know I’m in.
Yours sincerely,
Jacob Kowalski
----------------------
My dear boy,
Galumphin’ Godric! That Rappaport lady was a clever one. It took us six pots of tea dosed with Pepperup to find the chink in her law – and Albus was no help at all. Yes, I was. No, you weren’t. All you did was utter cryptic hogwash about knots and not-knots, and distract me by demonstrating with your beard. Well, he did help once around page 420. But the main point, dear lad, is we’ve found the knot chink. The yes-chink, I mean.
Now, the Rappaport Law is much more than a mere you-this-way-and-we-that-way. It was written to protect, secure and fortify the American wizarding community against all odds. And – because the past is never Obliviated, but keeps haunting the present indeed– it was written with the Salem horrors still fresh in the writer’s mind. Therefore, one of the first items you will find is that no wizard or witch shall again be taken from their rightfully wedded spouse. Mistress Emily meant "rightfully magical and magically wedded spouse" but – as Albus helpfully remarked – she did not write it.
So here’s the trick. You can’t marry your young man in wizarding America. That is, you cannot, enter and stay there if your purpose is to marry a No-Maj. But if you and Jacob tie the knot here in England, then return to America as a newlyweds, well… then, to part you would be to sever a wizard from his rightfully wedded American spouse. Ha! Take that, little Emmy! I think I’d better keep custody of the teapot, Miss Bagshot.
So here’s our gift to you, Newt. Now up from the dumbs with you, and go get your man so we old geezers may have a new excuse to celebrate. Love et cetera, Auntie Batty. There! Now give me your arm, Albus, I think I’m too peppered-up to – wait, is that quill still writing?
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Re: Fill - When the Clouds Roll By (14/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-07-20 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)Fill - When the Clouds Roll By (15/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-07-21 10:30 am (UTC)(link)Hey chickadee,
Look, can tell your Pop it’s okay and I’m not gonna be on welfare? He was pretty mad when we spoke, like it’s my fault Mr K. gave me such short notice. Anyways he apologized, and then said he might not be moving out quite yet, on account of he’s engaged.
So it must be the blonde after all, seeing as she came back and kept the smile on, only she was hooked to a salt-and-pepper gent with a tie pin and an emerald in it as big as the Ritz. Yeah, I dunno, chick. I guess it’s what them papers call Modern Times.
Yours,
Henry
--------------
Sir,
Sending on the Beltane memo and our closure rates for the month. Eighteen cases boxed and the Deathly Hello gang behind bars – it seems your big idea has paid off!
Congratulations, sir.
Tina
(Yes, you may take her out in your new car. Yes, you may fly the car. Yes, she is still to be home by midnight. Yes, I will be a sister to you
if you can muster up that legendary braveness and pop the question.)----------------
Dearest,
I know the dock – I was headed there last year, remember? Don’t worry, there’ll be a gangly British wizard in a blueberry blue jacket waiting to whisk you off your feet. No hitch along the way, I promise. No escapist in the case, and, as a matter of fact, no case. They’re all at the House, playing and frisking and running Mother ragged, but she says it’s all in a day’s work. I think the Diricawls are planning a welcome dance.
Mother’s putting you in Tease’s room because he’s only coming for Beltane dinner. Says you’re welcome to his red coat if you want to "leg it at the Hunt Ball", which is really his little joke. He knows that I would deny him as a brother if he chased anything four-footed.
I can’t believe it’s only been three months and we’re getting two options! Yes, I know we said we’ll discuss them when you’re here. But I want you to know – wherever, whatever, whenever. Or, as Mother would say, bring out the saddle and I’ll bring the Hippogriff.
I’ll be seeing you next week, Jacob.
With all my heart,
Newt
June
Percival,
Care to explain?
Seraphina Picquery
Madam President,
I don’t know why Director Graves has persistently, all of the last three months, dismissed my reports as to the No-Maj Jacob Kowalski and his potential interaction with wizards. Only last week my team spotted a great horned owl, wingspan 90 cm, female, making rounds before his window. Mr Graves’s opinion that it was "probably a large bat" I find injurious to the last degree.
Since you, Madam President, personally entrusted Mr Kowalski to my surveillance, I have no choice but to deliver the matter into your hands.
Faithfully yours,
Arcanus Lee
--------------------
Froglet,
Glad I could see you today, and meet your boyfriend under better auspices. Merlin’s beard! Our Newt getting engaged. Seems like it was only yesterday I pretended to be a Hippo and carried you around the yard on my back, belching out grunts (oh yes, that one goes in my speech). Who could have told you’d beat me to the hitching post?
To the heart of the matter. I don’t know what your plans are (old song), but if you act on Aunt Batty’s cue and follow hubby back to the New York, you’ll need a job. Not to mention a permit for your creatures. Now, Percival Graves is obviously hoarding a card or two up his sleeve, and I’m not talking Exploding Snap here. If worst comes to best, go see him. He owes you one, and he’s an old MACUSA horse – can fit you where you won’t have to toil at the grind – maybe oversee the breeding bizz there or something.
Meanwhile, little brother, enjoy your Beltane hol. And your man – in all decency and decorum, of course.
Tease
------------------------
Madam President,
Why, yes, I certainly can.
If Arcanus will be so good as to reopen his file, he will find a confidential report from me at the very bottom, dating back to last year. In which I certify upon my honour – and I shall do it again, Sera, publicly if I must – that the No-Maj J. Kowalski has proved impervious to Obliviating, a clear sign that he has powerful, if so far inactive traces of magic in his blood. Squibs are rare, but not unheard of in this our country, and I therefore diagnosed Mr Kowalski as one. Apparently, my report has escaped Arcanus’s notice – a forgivable lapse, given his extremely busy agenda as Supervisor.
Having established that nothing short of a Cruciatus could erase Mr Kowalski’s memories of us, I recruited him. It was a bold step, granted, and one that I should have made known to you. But time was of the essence. Our discovery of the Deathly Hello gang had just emerged in the wake of the Chicago crackdown. It was then that I formed a bold idea – that of tying our new offensive spells not to traditional Latin words, that are easy enough to identify and use as a basis for counter-spells, but to ordinary No-Maj words.
Our enemy’s weakness lies in his prejudice – as I heard you say once before the International Confederation. Grindelwald’s makes him blind and deaf, as it does his thugs. They have no clue to the spells we’re using and no means to defuse them, as long as their hatred survives. Last month, you were speaking of awarding me the Phoenix of Honour. If there is any justice in MACUSA, Mr Kowalski, who has taken a considerable risk in providing the words of the spells, is entitled to one.
I know that your mandate is ending next year, Seraphina. And I spoke my mind when I said I would campaign for you again with all of my strength and belief. But the time has come to make a choice. Either make an exception to a rule written in fear and trembling, and show us how the times have changed. Or send Arcanus’s team to bring in Mr Kowalski. In which case my resignation and my person will be at your disposal.
Sincerely yours,
Percival Graves
------------------------------
Fill - When the Clouds Roll By (15/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-07-21 10:31 am (UTC)(link)Hey chickadee,
Look, can tell your Pop it’s okay and I’m not gonna be on welfare? He was pretty mad when we spoke, like it’s my fault Mr K. gave me such short notice. Anyways he apologized, and then said he might not be moving out quite yet, on account of he’s engaged.
So it must be the blonde after all, seeing as she came back and kept the smile on, only she was hooked to a salt-and-pepper gent with a tie pin and an emerald in it as big as the Ritz. Yeah, I dunno, chick. I guess it’s what them papers call Modern Times.
Yours,
Henry
--------------
Sir,
Sending on the Beltane memo and our closure rates for the month. Eighteen cases boxed and the Deathly Hello gang behind bars – it seems your big idea has paid off!
Congratulations, sir.
Tina
(Yes, you may take her out in your new car. Yes, you may fly the car. Yes, she is still to be home by midnight. Yes, I will be a sister to you
if you can muster up that legendary braveness and pop the question.)----------------
Dearest,
I know the dock – I was headed there last year, remember? Don’t worry, there’ll be a gangly British wizard in a blueberry blue jacket waiting to whisk you off your feet. No hitch along the way, I promise. No escapist in the case, and, as a matter of fact, no case. They’re all at the House, playing and frisking and running Mother ragged, but she says it’s all in a day’s work. I think the Diricawls are planning a welcome dance.
Mother’s putting you in Tease’s room because he’s only coming for Beltane dinner. Says you’re welcome to his red coat if you want to "leg it at the Hunt Ball", which is really his little joke. He knows that I would deny him as a brother if he chased anything four-footed.
I can’t believe it’s only been three months and we’re getting two options! Yes, I know we said we’ll discuss them when you’re here. But I want you to know – wherever, whatever, whenever. Or, as Mother would say, bring out the saddle and I’ll bring the Hippogriff.
I’ll be seeing you next week, Jacob.
With all my heart,
Newt
June
Percival,
Care to explain?
Seraphina Picquery
Madam President,
I don’t know why Director Graves has persistently, all of the last three months, dismissed my reports as to the No-Maj Jacob Kowalski and his potential interaction with wizards. Only last week my team spotted a great horned owl, wingspan 90 cm, female, making rounds before his window. Mr Graves’s opinion that it was "probably a large bat" I find injurious to the last degree.
Since you, Madam President, personally entrusted Mr Kowalski to my surveillance, I have no choice but to deliver the matter into your hands.
Faithfully yours,
Arcanus Lee
--------------------
Froglet,
Glad I could see you today, and meet your boyfriend under better auspices. Merlin’s beard! Our Newt getting engaged. Seems like it was only yesterday I pretended to be a Hippo and carried you around the yard on my back, belching out grunts (oh yes, that one goes in my speech). Who could have told you’d beat me to the hitching post?
To the heart of the matter. I don’t know what your plans are (old song), but if you act on Aunt Batty’s cue and follow hubby back to the New York, you’ll need a job. Not to mention a permit for your creatures. Now, Percival Graves is obviously hoarding a card or two up his sleeve, and I’m not talking Exploding Snap here. If worst comes to best, go see him. He owes you one, and he’s an old MACUSA horse – can fit you where you won’t have to toil at the grind – maybe oversee the breeding bizz there or something.
Meanwhile, little brother, enjoy your Beltane hol. And your man – in all decency and decorum, of course.
Tease
------------------------
Madam President,
Why, yes, I certainly can.
If Arcanus will be so good as to reopen his file, he will find a confidential report from me at the very bottom, dating back to last year. In which I certify upon my honour – and I shall do it again, Sera, publicly if I must – that the No-Maj J. Kowalski has proved impervious to Obliviating, a clear sign that he has powerful, if so far inactive traces of magic in his blood. Squibs are rare, but not unheard of in this our country, and I therefore diagnosed Mr Kowalski as one. Apparently, my report has escaped Arcanus’s notice – a forgivable lapse, given his extremely busy agenda as Supervisor.
Having established that nothing short of a Cruciatus could erase Mr Kowalski’s memories of us, I recruited him. It was a bold step, granted, and one that I should have made known to you. But time was of the essence. Our discovery of the Deathly Hello gang had just emerged in the wake of the Chicago crackdown. It was then that I formed a bold idea – that of tying our new offensive spells not to traditional Latin words, that are easy enough to identify and use as a basis for counter-spells, but to ordinary No-Maj words.
Our enemy’s weakness lies in his prejudice – as I heard you say once before the International Confederation. Grindelwald’s makes him blind and deaf, as it does his thugs. They have no clue to the spells we’re using and no means to defuse them, as long as their hatred survives. Last month, you were speaking of awarding me the Phoenix of Honour. If there is any justice in MACUSA, Mr Kowalski, who has taken a considerable risk in providing the words of the spells, is entitled one.
I know that your mandate is ending next year, Seraphina. And I spoke my mind when I said I would campaign for you again with all of my strength and belief. But the time has come to make a choice. Either make an exception to a rule written in fear and trembling, and show us how the times have changed. Or send Arcanus’s team to bring in Mr Kowalski. In which case my resignation and my person will be at your disposal.
Sincerely yours,
Percival Graves
------------------------------
Fill - When the Clouds Roll By (15/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-07-21 10:33 am (UTC)(link)Hey chickadee,
Look, can tell your Pop it’s okay and I’m not gonna be on welfare? He was pretty mad when we spoke, like it’s my fault Mr K. gave me such short notice. Anyways he apologized, and then said he might not be moving out quite yet, on account of he’s engaged.
So it must be the blonde after all, seeing as she came back and kept the smile on, only she was hooked to a salt-and-pepper gent with a tie pin and an emerald in it as big as the Ritz. Yeah, I dunno, chick. I guess it’s what them papers call Modern Times.
Yours,
Henry
--------------
Sir,
Sending on the Beltane memo and our closure rates for the month. Eighteen cases boxed and the Deathly Hello gang behind bars – it seems your big idea has paid off!
Congratulations, sir.
Tina
(Yes, you may take her out in your new car. Yes, you may fly the car. Yes, she is still to be home by midnight. Yes, I will be a sister to you
if you can muster up that legendary braveness and pop the question.)----------------
Dearest,
I know the dock – I was headed there last year, remember? Don’t worry, there’ll be a gangly British wizard in a blueberry blue jacket waiting to whisk you off your feet. No hitch along the way, I promise. No escapist in the case, and, as a matter of fact, no case. They’re all at the House, playing and frisking and running Mother ragged, but she says it’s all in a day’s work. I think the Diricawls are planning a welcome dance.
Mother’s putting you in Tease’s room because he’s only coming for Beltane dinner. Says you’re welcome to his red coat if you want to "leg it at the Hunt Ball", which is really his little joke. He knows that I would deny him as a brother if he chased anything four-footed.
I can’t believe it’s only been three months and we’re getting two options! Yes, I know we said we’ll discuss them when you’re here. But I want you to know – wherever, whatever, whenever. Or, as Mother would say, bring out the saddle and I’ll bring the Hippogriff.
I’ll be seeing you next week, Jacob.
With all my heart,
Newt
June
Percival,
Care to explain?
Seraphina Picquery
Madam President,
I don’t know why Director Graves has persistently, all of the last three months, dismissed my reports as to the No-Maj Jacob Kowalski and his potential interaction with wizards. Only last week my team spotted a great horned owl, wingspan 90 cm, female, making rounds before his window. Mr Graves’s opinion that it was "probably a large bat" I find injurious to the last degree.
Since you, Madam President, personally entrusted Mr Kowalski to my surveillance, I have no choice but to deliver the matter into your hands.
Faithfully yours,
Arcanus Lee
--------------------
Froglet,
Glad I could see you, and meet your boyfriend under better auspices. Merlin’s beard! Our Newt getting engaged. Seems like it was only yesterday I pretended to be a Hippo and carried you around the yard on my back, belching out grunts (oh yes, that one goes in my speech). Who could have told you’d beat me to the hitching post?
To the heart of the matter. I don’t know what your plans are (old song), but if you act on Aunt Batty’s cue and follow hubby back to the New York, you’ll need a job. Not to mention a permit for your creatures. Now, Percival Graves is obviously hoarding a card or two up his sleeve, and I’m not talking Exploding Snap here. If worst comes to best, go see him. He owes you one, and he’s an old MACUSA horse – can fit you where you won’t have to toil at the grind – maybe oversee the breeding bizz there or something.
Meanwhile, little brother, enjoy your Beltane hol. And your man – in all decency and decorum, of course.
Tease
------------------------
Madam President,
Why, yes, I certainly can.
If Arcanus will be so good as to reopen his file, he will find a confidential report from me at the very bottom, dating back to last year. In which I certify upon my honour – and I shall do it again, Sera, publicly if I must – that the No-Maj J. Kowalski has proved impervious to Obliviating, a clear sign that he has powerful, if so far inactive traces of magic in his blood. Squibs are rare, but not unheard of in this our country, and I therefore diagnosed Mr Kowalski as one. Apparently, my report has escaped Arcanus’s notice – a forgivable lapse, given his extremely busy agenda as Supervisor.
Having established that nothing short of a Cruciatus could erase Mr Kowalski’s memories of us, I recruited him. It was a bold step, granted, and one that I should have made known to you. But time was of the essence. Our discovery of the Deathly Hello gang had just emerged in the wake of the Chicago crackdown. It was then that I formed a bold idea – that of tying our new offensive spells not to traditional Latin words, that are easy enough to identify and use as a basis for counter-spells, but to ordinary No-Maj words.
Our enemy’s weakness lies in his prejudice – as I heard you say once before the International Confederation. Grindelwald’s makes him blind and deaf, as it does his thugs. They have no clue to the spells we’re using and no means to defuse them, as long as their hatred survives. Last month, you were speaking of awarding me the Phoenix of Honour. If there is any justice in MACUSA, Mr Kowalski, who has taken a considerable risk in providing the words of the spells, is entitled one.
I know that your mandate is ending next year, Seraphina. And I spoke my mind when I said I would campaign for you again with all of my strength and belief. But the time has come to make a choice. Either make an exception to a rule written in fear and trembling, and show us how the times have changed. Or send Arcanus’s team to bring in Mr Kowalski. In which case my resignation and my person will be at your disposal.
Sincerely yours,
Percival Graves
------------------------------
Re: Fill - When the Clouds Roll By (15/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-07-21 10:55 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill - When the Clouds Roll By (15/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-07-28 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)I'm giving you a direct link so you don't have to write two comments - that's tiring, now!
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10931328/chapters/26182488
Also hoping you're doing well and are feeling better. (I'm now officially on vacation, and hoping you are too, or at least taking some rest.) Thanks again for your wonderful support - I don't know if I'd have pulled this through on my own. You've been the cat's pajamas!
Re: Fill - When the Clouds Roll By (14/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-07-23 04:40 am (UTC)(link)Fill - When the Clouds Roll By (15/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-07-21 10:53 am (UTC)(link)Hey chickadee,
Look, can tell your Pop it’s okay and I’m not gonna be on welfare? He was pretty mad when we spoke, like it’s my fault Mr K. gave me such short notice. Anyways he apologized, and then said he might not be moving out quite yet, on account of he’s engaged.
So it must be the blonde after all, seeing as she came back and kept the smile on, only she was hooked to a salt-and-pepper gent with a tie pin and an emerald in it as big as the Ritz. Yeah, I dunno, chick. I guess it’s what them papers call Modern Times.
Yours,
Henry
--------------
Sir,
Sending on the Beltane memo and our closure rates for the month. Eighteen cases boxed and the Deathly Hello gang behind bars – it seems your big idea has paid off!
Congratulations, sir.
Tina
(Yes, you may take her out in your new car. Yes, you may fly the car. Yes, she is still to be home by midnight. Yes, I will be a sister to you
if you can muster up that legendary braveness and pop the question.)----------------
Dearest,
I know the dock – I was headed there last year, remember? Don’t worry, there’ll be a gangly British wizard in a blueberry blue jacket waiting to whisk you off your feet. No hitch along the way, I promise. No escapist in the case, and, as a matter of fact, no case. They’re all at the House, playing and frisking and running Mother ragged, but she says it’s all in a day’s work. I think the Diricawls are planning a welcome dance.
Mother’s putting you in Tease’s room because he’s only coming for Beltane dinner. Says you’re welcome to his red coat if you want to "leg it at the Hunt Ball", which is really his little joke. He knows that I would deny him as a brother if he chased anything four-footed.
I can’t believe it’s only been three months and we’re getting two options! Yes, I know we said we’ll discuss them when you’re here. But I want you to know – wherever, whatever, whenever. Or, as Mother would say, bring out the saddle and I’ll bring the Hippogriff.
I’ll be seeing you next week, Jacob.
With all my heart,
Newt
June
Percival,
Care to explain?
Seraphina Picquery
Madam President,
I don’t know why Director Graves has persistently, all of the last three months, dismissed my reports as to the No-Maj Jacob Kowalski and his potential interaction with wizards. Only last week my team spotted a great horned owl, wingspan 90 cm, female, making rounds before his window. Mr Graves’s opinion that it was "probably a large bat" I find injurious to the last degree.
Since you, Madam President, personally entrusted Mr Kowalski to my surveillance, I have no choice but to deliver the matter into your hands.
Faithfully yours,
Arcanus Lee
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Froglet,
Glad I could see you, and meet your boyfriend under better auspices. Merlin’s beard! Our Newt getting engaged. Seems like it was only yesterday I pretended to be a Hippo and carried you around the yard on my back, belching out grunts (oh yes, that one goes in my speech). Who could have told you’d beat me to the hitching post?
To the heart of the matter. I don’t know what your plans are (old song), but if you act on Aunt Batty’s cue and follow hubby back to the New York, you’ll need a job. Not to mention a permit for your creatures. Now, Percival Graves is obviously hoarding a card or two up his sleeve, and I’m not talking Exploding Snap here. If worst comes to best, go see him. He owes you one, and he’s an old MACUSA horse – can fit you where you won’t have to toil at the grind – maybe oversee the breeding bizz there or something.
Meanwhile, little brother, enjoy your Beltane hol. And your man – in all decency and decorum, of course.
Tease
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Madam President,
Why, yes, I certainly can.
If Arcanus will be so good as to reopen his file, he will find a confidential report from me at the very bottom, dating back to last year. In which I certify upon my honour – and I shall do it again, Sera, publicly if I must – that the No-Maj J. Kowalski has proved impervious to Obliviating, a clear sign that he has powerful, if so far inactive traces of magic in his blood. Squibs are rare, but not unheard of in this our country, and I therefore diagnosed Mr Kowalski as one. Apparently, my report has escaped Arcanus’s notice – a forgivable lapse, given his extremely busy agenda as Supervisor.
Having established that nothing short of a Cruciatus could erase Mr Kowalski’s memories of us, I recruited him. It was a bold step, granted, and one that I should have made known to you. But time was of the essence. Our discovery of the Deathly Hello gang had just emerged in the wake of the Chicago crackdown. It was then that I formed a bold idea – that of tying our new offensive spells not to traditional Latin words, that are easy enough to identify and use as a basis for counter-spells, but to ordinary No-Maj words.
Our enemy’s weakness lies in his prejudice – as I heard you say once before the International Confederation. Grindelwald’s makes him blind and deaf, as it does his thugs. They have no clue to the spells we’re using and no means to defuse them, as long as their hatred survives. Last month, you were speaking of awarding me the Phoenix of Honour. If there is any justice in MACUSA, Mr Kowalski, who has taken a considerable risk in providing the words of the spells, is entitled one.
I know that your mandate is ending next year, Seraphina. And I spoke my mind when I said I would campaign for you again with all of my strength and belief. But the time has come to make a choice. Either make an exception to a rule written in fear and trembling, and show us how the times have changed. Or send Arcanus’s team to bring in Mr Kowalski. In which case my resignation and my person will be at your disposal.
Sincerely yours,
Percival Graves
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