Private Message to Auri

Writing this quickly, Lyoushka and Narcissa will be here any moment to interview the Calderwood girl with me --

No luck finding Miss Fawcett in the Forest, and Milland says he looked last night until the wee hours as well. In daylight we did find a scrap of a Ravenclaw cloak caught up on some bushes in the area Mr Malfoy said he saw her, but nothing else, and of course the damned forest is full of creatures that leave heavy tracks wherever they go; the trail grew cold shortly thereafter.

We did find patches of blood, but it was not human (squirrel, to be precise) -- so that, at least, is a relief.

I am wishing now I had not been so quick last night to write the disturbance off wholly as student mischief to be encouraged. (Although the student mischief was apparently quite mischievous; the woman's office is entirely unusable, including significant damage done to her Floo.) Milland plans to continue the search this afternoon.

I'll update you and Raz after supper on what we three discover with Miss Calderwood, if anything.

Private Message to Barty

There, that's finished, and I seem to have made my point; if looks could kill our dear Headmistress would have set me on fire before supper had even been served. And the children were amused. And I did manage to remember the spells my mother taught me to keep the headdress from getting too irritating, at least, though nothing in the world will make the pectoral collar itch less.

Things I would not have ever imagined doing a few months ago: eating an entire supper in the Great Hall shirtless and kilted. I am back to less ostentatious clothing, however, and will be joining you in a moment, once I finish removing the last of the makeup; if you haven't started the tracking spell first, I'll lend you a hand.

(That really was inordinately fun. Did you see how many of the little darlings nearly swallowed their tongues?)