Private to Fawcett
Thank you for the books. Yes, I took one of the chocolates before I came to Dungeon Five, just in case someone random DID venture this way. Certainly no one's seen me in this guise, I'm sure.
Otherwise, I'm sure Crabbe, female or not, wouldn't have contemplated cracking onto me. The angry-looking fellow-- WAS that Angelina?-- certainly stared when I punched him out. I don't think she had any idea who I was, and I don't know what SHE was doing there. But now's not the time to wonder.
I have to stay and watch this cauldron and make sure that it doesn't go from a simmer to a full boil, so do you think you could go to the greenhouses and procure some myrtle leaves for me? I need some more than the amount I have on hand to balance the effect of the Antipodean Opal-eye scales.