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alt_charlie) wrote2012-10-24 09:42 pm
alt_charlie) wrote2012-10-24 09:42 pm
ORDER ONLY: News from the Reserve
So, Tonks pointed out that if I had time to owl back and forth with her I bloody well (sorry, Mum) had time to write in my journal, and the journal at least would save the poor owl some flying.
Anyway, I've got some wizard news -- we found out today that three of the eggs Maggie, our youngest Welsh Green, laid a few weeks ago are live. (Took us this long to lure Mags out of the cave long enough to check 'em; she picked a really isolated spot on the shore.) So if all goes well, Mum, come April you'll have a few more grand-dragons.
Thing is, there were eight eggs in the clutch. That's not unusual -- usually there's only one or two fertile ones, which is why we're all so excited that Mags has three. And whenever one of our ladies clutches there's a flurry of people sniffing around, because the shells and the albumen of unfertile dragon eggs are used in a few different (rare) potions, but usually the Masters are willing to wait until April for the dragons to give up on them hatching.
Since we found the nest last week, though, there's been a flurry of back-and-forth -- Director Higgs has been in his office on the Floo nonstop, and we've barely even seen him which is weird because usually he'd be right out there with us for news like this, and he told us at dinner tonight to expect visitors next week and he did not look happy. I don't know if it means anything, but -- Dad, Bill, keep an ear out at work, yeah?
Poppy, I haven't been able to lay my hands on any dragon's blood for the infirmary yet -- it's all been spoken for, and it'd be my head to try to divert any. I'm really sorry. You might want to try making another official request through proper channels -- dunno if it'd work or not, but it might work faster than waiting for me to be able to nick some.
Anyway, I've got some wizard news -- we found out today that three of the eggs Maggie, our youngest Welsh Green, laid a few weeks ago are live. (Took us this long to lure Mags out of the cave long enough to check 'em; she picked a really isolated spot on the shore.) So if all goes well, Mum, come April you'll have a few more grand-dragons.
Thing is, there were eight eggs in the clutch. That's not unusual -- usually there's only one or two fertile ones, which is why we're all so excited that Mags has three. And whenever one of our ladies clutches there's a flurry of people sniffing around, because the shells and the albumen of unfertile dragon eggs are used in a few different (rare) potions, but usually the Masters are willing to wait until April for the dragons to give up on them hatching.
Since we found the nest last week, though, there's been a flurry of back-and-forth -- Director Higgs has been in his office on the Floo nonstop, and we've barely even seen him which is weird because usually he'd be right out there with us for news like this, and he told us at dinner tonight to expect visitors next week and he did not look happy. I don't know if it means anything, but -- Dad, Bill, keep an ear out at work, yeah?
Poppy, I haven't been able to lay my hands on any dragon's blood for the infirmary yet -- it's all been spoken for, and it'd be my head to try to divert any. I'm really sorry. You might want to try making another official request through proper channels -- dunno if it'd work or not, but it might work faster than waiting for me to be able to nick some.
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