Renata sends owls: to Gillian Bellever and to Sidney Reilly

[renata-leynier.livejournal.com]

It was curious, Renata thought, that whatever enchantment made her speech comprehensible to others and theirs to her, this enchantment also seemed operative on the words she wrote. Concepts that did not translate well remained in the original casta of the Domains. Those were few, and mainly had to do with the terminology surrounding the use of laran. The rest flowed onto the page in what Renata knew must be neither casta nor cahuenga nor any of the dialects of the Hellers, yet somehow made sense to her as though it were one of these.

Parchment and quill were familiar to her hand. She wrote simply, opting to eschew the formalities of a comynara; they were unwieldy and they likely would not translate well. Finally she tied each message to the leg of an owl. As she released them, she marveled at the birds' biddable nature -- and wondered why there was here no hawkmaster to ensure they remained so biddable.



Damisela Gillian --

I have been Sorted, though not into your Hufflepuff house, and we may commence our work together whenever it pleases you. I do not know Hogwarts well as yet; tell me where I may find you.

Renata



Master Reilly --

I have been Sorted, and have replenished lost energy. I stand ready to assist you and Master Grant as best I may, when it suits you both. The work will require unbroken concentration on my part. Do you know of a place we are unlikely to be disturbed?

Renata Leynier


Her messages sent, she looked out the window of the Owlery tower to the courtyard below. There she had something of an appointment to keep; and keep it she did, before replies could be written or received.

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[sidney-reilly.livejournal.com]

"No matter; you've already done more than we really expected would be possible, and I - we - can't thank you enough for that," he told her. Then he turned to Grant.

"The 'how' would be the old-fashioned way, I'd imagine, if the legends are correct - perhaps through your works with magical creatures? What it does, now there I am at a loss. Is it something you mind very much discussing?"

[dinosaurman.livejournal.com]

"No harm in asking, I guess," Grant said. "How do you fix what's already been done?"

"You're close," he said to Reilly, "although it was actually the previous Care of Magical Creatures professor." Grant shrugged. "We're talking about it now," he said. "It's probably not too different from any story you may have heard. At the full moon, if everything works the way it should, I turn into a wolf."

[renata-leynier.livejournal.com]

Renata, pale-faced, had already started munching the granola she had brought with her. "I can ... direct? ... the body to heal at a cellular level. What causes your affliction is, as you must know, foreign to your body. It is not even a living organism proper -- no, that is not quite right," she said with a little frown. "It is ... a particle, it is not made of cells (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virus) ... but it can replicate itself, and it has caused an infection throughout your system. I do not know how to kill it, and your body cannot force it out, else I would encourage that process." She looked regretful. "I am sorry."

[sidney-reilly.livejournal.com]

Reilly was staring at Grant through narrowed eyes, considering.

"If they have allowed not one but two - werewolves - to hold teaching positions here, then there must be something I'm missing. Something that would mitigate the danger your...condition...must pose. At a guess - are you contractually obliged to lock yourself up during the full moon?"

[dinosaurman.livejournal.com]

What Renata said made sense to Grant, and confirmed some suspicions he'd had. A magical virus, maybe? "Thank you, anyway," he said. "You've been a great help. Would you like some water to go with that?" Grant offered.

"Three," he corrected Reilly, "But the other two aren't really here anymore." Lily's posters had tipped him off to Lupus Lupin's popcorning. "There are things a person can do, but nobody's making you do it. When it's managed correctly, there isn't much danger present. The specifics are pretty dull, though, and maybe better suited for another time." He remembered Reilly asking him how long it would take before he became immune to Hogwart's dangers and surprises. Grant had a feeling that the man was a few steps further down that road now.

[renata-leynier.livejournal.com]

Renata smiled. "I thank you for the offer. With your permission, though, I think I should retire. I will need to eat rather more than this, and to sleep. When you would like to speak concerning the damage to your joints, send me word, Dr Grant." She rose, and curtseyed to both men in turn.

[sidney-reilly.livejournal.com]

"Many, many thanks, Renata. I hope we haven't strained you unduly." He smiled and stepped aside to let her pass.

"Dr. Grant. Would you care to lunch with me sometime, and speak further on these matters?"