I awoke in relative comfort, grateful to have lived through the night. One cannot refuse an invitation from the Tolvaldis family after all, whatever their feelings regarding the Molokovs.

Or at least, the current Molokov.

( The degree to which Niko has bolloxed this up boggles the mind. )

Back in my hotel room after another long afternoon of polite talk, frozen smiles, and no information. Very warm and dignified people - with eyes like flint. When I mention the name "Niko," eyes narrow somewhat. We are in deep, deep trouble ( Read more... )

Dear Harry ( Read more... )

Sure enough, just as I expected, all the delegates were promptly called home to report in person on Julian's appointment as Minister: the national pride in owning a piece of Grindlewald evaporated in the face of real news ( Read more... )

Dear Harry ( Read more... )

*Floo call to suite 421: accepted ( Read more... )

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Dear Miguel ( Read more... )

Dear Michele,

Wow, it was lucky I bumped into you in the lobby. I couldn't agree with you more. If the tribal armbands were made it Gaul, they should be returned to Gaul, and it's quite obvious that if the texts are written in French, they are French ( Read more... )