Viola del Pensiero

This blasted mirror!

It's beautiful, I'll grant you that, Finola. And I think your theory about communication and far-casting is correct. At first, I thought it was some sort of Sneak-o-scope for Roman Britain, but now I do think it's part of a pair. I've seen horses' hooves in it, once, but only for a moment. And that was with Finite incantatem. All other diagnostic spells I can think of haven't worked.

We may need to call in Professor Jézéquel. How long are they letting us keep it?

P.

Note is lying next to a Romano-Celtic Bronze Mirror

Won't she come out of her room? Has Twiddie seen her today?

How are the children, Draco?

Draco, darling, I've brought a few bottles from Father's cellars.

He won't miss the newer vintages and Château Latour was rather fine in 2002 I think.

My mother had great tits. I’ve established that in my day at home with them. I couldn't possibly go out like this, so I've had ample time for reflection.

She must’ve had me and Bobo already - yes, there I can see us in a flash of this body’s memories, little mites that we were. I think I must be 8 or 9. So she’s my age. Or, well, I’m her at her... I don’t know.

I remember her face like this - she was still hard, but somehow softer, weaker around the edges.

And voluptuous! I’d never have these curves, no matter what I did. She hated them of course, wanted to be tall and gamine

But she’s beautiful. Her skin is amazing.

And her neck doesn’t wobble.

I should have listened to Ginny’s warning about her brothers. And Draco and Blaise’s. This isn’t a pleasant jest at all. I wonder how the others are... Oh Circe. Lucius! And... do we know who Blaise’s father is??

But I'm here with Mummy.

And, after a fashion, Bobo.

Before the world blew up.

How sad.

What's worse, I can’t possibly masturbate like this.

But you must've been very busy with all of the demonstrations today.

Ginny-

Have come home to utter chaos. I believe our house scarves are mating under the bed. Or something that sounds awfully near. I flooed mother who said there seems to be a bit of an epidemic of this. Reasons unclear. I've not attempted any charms or hexes but I have barricaded the door with the hall table.

I applaud the fact that something in this house is seeing a bit of action, but don't know what the product will be. Envisioning red/green bits of woolen fluff. (Did you know that fabric could moan?)

Do hope you are well and they're not running you ragged. Come home soon: things are getting weird.

Miss you,

P.

Hello, you!

*kisses Tonks on the cheek*

I'd say, 'you found it', but in your line of work, you can find ANYTHING.

Blaise. How... how is he?

Blaise -

Here is a preliminary report with the latest results (see attached). I've consulted with the expert in the shrine of Coventina at Carrawburgh Ignatius referred me to, as well as a Breton expert in the local folk lays and Celtic traditions. There is, of course, no consensus, but I do have hopes that we are getting closer to something that can be acted upon.

Let's get together to discuss this as soon as is convenient - I've got a few more irons in the fire / owls in the air and I hope to have further information from the Continent and Wales soon.

Con affetto,

Pansy

Attached is a short parchment detailling the most likely locations and identifications of Vivien.

Dearest Blaise,

This is terrible. I'm very worried for everyone's safety and so glad Draco and Harry have you to help them.

I shall go into the Museum immediately and let you know the minute I've found something. We've a bit of a medieval water fey anorak whom I can consult, and I can think of a few ways to approach this.

Yours in haste,

Pansy

Blaise, darling

Of course. And thank you. I should be delighted to aid and abet the merriment however I might. I place myself fully under your capable guidance in this joyous affair.

It is quite an achievement, isn't it? Champagne to be sure. Rivers of it.

Yours,

P.

I think we should scan for additional hexes on the collection. I've catalogued the spellboooks no fewer than 3 times today but they insist on RESORTING themselves. I've even caught them EATING their own inventory labels.

I am going home in the hopes that all will be well tomorrow. I've also had no fewer than 2 runs in my stockings and suspect someone is playing silly buggers.

All best and not foolish,

P.

Carissima,

I'm so sorry about dinner. I completely forgot.

The Napier bequest has been BEASTLY to catalogue, quite literally. Today one of the Ligurian cauldrons tried to bite Mr Wallace's nose off. Finola was beside herself. If it weren't so valuable, I'm sure she'd send it all back in a trice.

But alas.

I'm travelling to Milano this weekend for Teo's party - Laurenzio and Stefan want you to stay, you know, and it won't be all social obligation. And Carolina would be thrilled to see you. She keeps asking about that funny card game you taught her.

I hope you won't kick me to the kerb over this. I know I'm horrible. I owe you an evening out and at least three hours of cunnilingus.


xoxox

P.

Darling,

Put these on so I can take them off.

P.

Attached is a La Perla "Lady Like" black lace culotte, wrapped in shimmery silver tissue.

Draco. How can I help?

Ohhh. This is lovely.

*soft moan*

Carolina, sweetheart, let's take off your party dress and get you into your nightgown.

Dear Ginny,

Finally. I'm glad to hear from you. You do remember I had told you to stay in touch? And yes, that kind of touch, too. I wouldn't have said so if I hadn't meant it.

I did feel the world move a bit that night, but yes, it did not spin off of its axis in the broader sense. So perhaps we can risk it again. I'm not sure the space-time continuum is safe, but I daren't ask Draco.

How's Thursday?

Pansy

PS The rose is lovely. Thank you.

Hallooo? Draco?