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The last week has been quite busy, as I've tried to make the most of my remaining summer holiday while still Apparating back to my tower every other day in order to prepare for the impending Autumn term. Narcissa and I managed to fit in a last visit to Lesvos, and thereafter took Draco and Pansy to Diagon Alley so that the appropriate back-to-school wares could be purchased. On Thursday I made a short stop in Turkey to visit my Mother's grave, and followed that with a visit to my ailing, ancient Father in Rome. I updated him on all that is going on in my life, of course, just as a dutiful daughter should. The poor man... I'm really not sure he'll last out the month. He hates the Greeks, of course. Almost as much as he hates women.
A curious thing happened when I was traveling from Turkey to Rome. While pausing on a clifftop to take in the moonrise I happened upon a caravan of Tsjengui--Turkish gypsies--who had in their possession a familiar white Unicorn. They'd put a two-bit dark curse on the creature so that it couldn't flee from them. The Tsjengui don't exactly place virginity at a high value, and while they can recognise magic, they are usually unable to perform it--much to their own chagrin. I suspect they would know just where to purchase two-bit curses, however--they make it their business to know such things.
Unsurprisingly, the Tsjengui were charging the local muggles a considerable sum to gasp and ape at the Unicorn's fantastic presence. The amusing thing, of course, is that muggles cannot see Unicorns. The poor creature had a elephant tusk awkwardly fastened to his head so that the muggles could actually recognise it as the one-horned creature from mythology.
The old gypsy woman who was keeping the beast captive was the notorious charlatan known as Mummy Fortuna. When I told her I would be taking the Unicorn from her, she became extremely foul-mouthed and combative. It was only when I gave her a pair of antlers that she realised I was a real witch whom she was incapable of cowing. And when I threatened to transfigure her molting, caged eagle into a hungry harpy she eagerly handed the Unicorn over.
So, Pansy, Regulus has been returned to the island of Santorini where he can run in relative peace and freedom. I am sure you are relieved to know he is well and unharmed. Shall I ask the Hogwarts' groundkeeper about the possibility of keeping Regulus in the forbidden forest, so that you may visit with him year round?
I admit I would not mind visiting him now and then myself.
A curious thing happened when I was traveling from Turkey to Rome. While pausing on a clifftop to take in the moonrise I happened upon a caravan of Tsjengui--Turkish gypsies--who had in their possession a familiar white Unicorn. They'd put a two-bit dark curse on the creature so that it couldn't flee from them. The Tsjengui don't exactly place virginity at a high value, and while they can recognise magic, they are usually unable to perform it--much to their own chagrin. I suspect they would know just where to purchase two-bit curses, however--they make it their business to know such things.
Unsurprisingly, the Tsjengui were charging the local muggles a considerable sum to gasp and ape at the Unicorn's fantastic presence. The amusing thing, of course, is that muggles cannot see Unicorns. The poor creature had a elephant tusk awkwardly fastened to his head so that the muggles could actually recognise it as the one-horned creature from mythology.
The old gypsy woman who was keeping the beast captive was the notorious charlatan known as Mummy Fortuna. When I told her I would be taking the Unicorn from her, she became extremely foul-mouthed and combative. It was only when I gave her a pair of antlers that she realised I was a real witch whom she was incapable of cowing. And when I threatened to transfigure her molting, caged eagle into a hungry harpy she eagerly handed the Unicorn over.
So, Pansy, Regulus has been returned to the island of Santorini where he can run in relative peace and freedom. I am sure you are relieved to know he is well and unharmed. Shall I ask the Hogwarts' groundkeeper about the possibility of keeping Regulus in the forbidden forest, so that you may visit with him year round?
I admit I would not mind visiting him now and then myself.