#fabianthefox

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR SPANISH INQUISITION JOKES.

Alastor,

I hate to bother you so soon after everything you did to help with Evan yesterday, but something rather serious has come up, and I know I can trust you more than anybody to help me with this.

I don’t feel safe discussing the matter via owl – Dragon is a reliable bird, but there’s always the danger that something could go wrong. Could I come by your office today? Or, if you were planning to come round my dad’s tonight, we could discuss in privacy then.

Thank you so much,

-FRP

Alastor looked at the foreign bird for a moment, feeling as if he'd seen it before. But he couldn't be sure. And he wasn't taking any chances. Amelia would likely kill him herself should he end up in her division again asking her to tell him how to remedy whatever curse or catastrophic attack spell that had come out from a letter he'd opened without precaution. 

So he pulled the the glove and letter opener from the pouch around his neck, rummaging around for a moment to find them. Sadly, undetectable extention charms didn't seem to mix well with organization. But you can't have it all, he supposed.

He went through the familiar procedure of casting warding spells around the letter, and pulling it from the strap on the owl's leg with his gloved hand. Using the tip of his wand and the letter opener to slice the envelope open, and ease the letter out. Eyes flicking over the letter, he looked around to make sure no one was around, then cast an Incendio, watching the letter burn to ashes, and vanishing it so that no one could try and repair it.

He made his way to his office, closing the door and locking the door, making sure his wards were up and on alert for oncomers. Only then did he sit down, pulling out a parchment to write his reply.

Mr. Prewett,

It was no trouble, helping you and Mr. Rosier with your little problem. Don't mention it. It was what any good man should have done. I am quite flattered that you trust me so, that you would come to me for help. And I would be happy to have you at my office to discuss when I could come over and help you decide what you're going to get Mr. Rosier for his birthday, but alas, I'm swamped today.

I will, however, be attending the party tonight. If you haven't thought of something by then, you're more than welcome to find me and we can consult. Then I can provide a proper distraction for you to slip out and buy Mr. Rosier said present. Of course, I cannot guarantee when you return he will be in the same state of sobriety he was when you left. What can I say? I promised to show him how Irish people are far superior to you Brits in regards to getting royally pissed.

Also, your bird is lovely, but I agree. It does look a bit fatigued. Try not to run him into the ground sending me letters. Should you need to contact me and it cannot wait, you can always simply drop by my office.

I hope this meets you in good health,

LOL SARCISSA.

I was so tired and didn’t even realize I misread it.

fabianthefox replied to your post

I think the anon wants you to take a role in the RP, Tasty.

LOVELY ANON. Thank you for stroking my ego!

But gosh, if I was in this, poor Sar would have to do all the admin work! Because I am un untrustworthy scoundrel and I would advantage my team in every way possible if I was writing prompts and doing activity check!

But you are unbelievably lovely for saying so!