"Do keep up Cossie!" Reprimanded Selly. But she did not mean it. "ELF." Then she sounded out the letters. "Stands for Eradicate Lycanthropy Foundation." She reached for her bag. Dug her slender hand in. "My brother Hyperion -- well -- Perry to family and close friends -- is part of it. He's a potioneer and an unspeakable." She stressed the and. Intensely proud. "Wants to help werewolves. He's so very clever." She pulled out a leaflet. It was folded up into quarters. She handed it to Cosima to unfold. It summarized the foundation's aims. "He met people in Northern America." Explained Selly. "I think we should have a fundraiser at school to support him... it."

'Keep up,' indeed! Cosima was shocked that she was so behind such a development - she was savvy enough to know it would be controversial. Anything to do with werewolves always was. Everybody knew that there was no cure for lycanthropy. But that was what was said about anything that was ever solved. It was impossible right up until it wasn't. Her ginger eyebrows knit in thought.

"I don't know about a fundraiser," she said, a little hesitant to disagree with her friend. "You know how I don't like 'making' the news."

Cosima's naiveté at this stage in her career (if a fourteen-year-old could have such a thing) included an overly objective tack, even to the point of staying out of causes that were just and true.

"But I do want to follow this lead." She got from her own purse her compact little notebook.[1]

1.	Cosima Early's Notebooks

"Suit yourself." Said Selly. "I will convince SAWS to do it. They will do anything for werewolves." Even standing outside Zonko's with placards. All over confectionery. That would not solve the plight of werewolves. A cure would. "Perry wants to find a cure you know?" Rhetorical at best. "He always was exceptional at potions." Her brother could do absolutely no wrong in Selly's eyes.

"How does one do that?" Cosima asked, closing up her notebook again. It was awkward to take notes at a private social meeting and, besides, she wanted to be 'off the clock'. However, she was curious, on a personal level.

"Invent a new potion? He would need to have werewolves willing to test it. Does the Ministry of Magic have to oversee?"

On the table was a smart little gold and silver contraption that you could use to order. Cosima began turning the knob. At each click a new little placard popped up with the name of a flavor. She turned until she saw the one she wanted.

[ Montrose Magpie Mascapone ]

"I've seen this - it's black and white like their kit."

"There are things he cannot say." Said Selly. "I told you he is an unspeakable did I?" She had. She was proud of it. It was a status symbol to the Gamps. "But of course a potion. It is exactly his strength. If there is wolfsbane then there has to be stronger brews. Better variations.

"And like a newspaper. Perfect for you. Try it!" Enabled Selly. Leaned over. "Blitzy Berry for me." Strawberry, raspberry, cherry and a sprinkling of sherbet. "I will owl my brother. Get him to do an exclusive for you..." Selly winked. Pressed the silver button.