Minister Fudge has sent in some cauldrons to be examined, and some of them are simply exquisite. Although certain brothers of mine would have you believe that this job is not important, we cannot have cauldrons thinning out. Imagine the catastrophes. Imagine, for example, if poor Neville Longbottom got a hold of a faulty cauldron. I am saving lives here, and I wish my family would give me the respect I deserve.
Throughout history, cauldrons have been a familiar and essential tool for innumerable practical, spiritual, and mystical purposes. Nowadays, of course, we tend to rely more heavily on our wands than anything; however, let us not neglect the cauldron. I, for one, happen to agree with
Severus Snape regarding the brilliance and subtlety of Potions. And of course, what is the main tool required for the art? A cauldron.
What do we see in the brilliant wizard, Shakespeare's, Macbeth? A cauldron. Of course, I cannot say that I agree with his method of trivialising our rituals, but it is only for the sake of Muggles. Bless their soft little heads.
I was into a bit of an engrossing quarrel with Miss Penelope Clearwater (a friend at the Ministry) yesterday regarding which was more important to wizards today--wands or cauldrons. Of course, I was quite verbose in my stand for cauldrons, and she for wands. I have to say, though, her points were all quite valid, and nearly so much as mine. Admittedly, there is no one I would prefer squabbling with.
Minister Fudge has given news today that there is a bit of a problem in Portugal. Very top secret, of course, I cannott mention anything about it, but I assure you that it has virtually nothing to do with Death Eaters. Nor You-Know-Who.
I am hoping he will send me on ahead so that I can help as well as possible.
And thus, on that note, I bid you 'Good night' . . . or should I say, 'Boa Noite'?
Percy Weasley.