An emerald green envelope, not dissimilar in charm or design to that of a Howler, flutters into the Auror HQ of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It dances above the heads of red robed wizards and witches, making its way directly towards its intended recipient: upon which it shall do exactly what Howlers do and open its paper mouth to convey a message.
To begin with, the sound of shuffling feet and musical instruments being put into place.
"Ready, Nemo?" murmurs Virgil's voice, hushed. And then a single high note from a violin. "I present to you, A Haunted Ode for the witch, Fauna Blake!" Primly, he clears his throat.
A Haunted Ode for Fauna Blake
Down in the moors where witches convene
Where spirits and wolves may rightly be seen
As they circle their prey, as they circle their fates
guarding their dreams and the wrought iron gates
of Hell.
Why have you come here Fauna Blake?
For whose precious life? Whose precious sake?
Have you not heard of yonder castle, grim?
Have you not, child, heard of -
- heard of him?
Down in the moors where the dark man sleeps
Where his castle lies in the wet and deep
Where the moon, she carries her wayward child
Full and heavy, entirely wild:
He wakes.
He wakes as only monsters wake at night
Full of strangeness and full of fright
Clawed and dangerous, as you’ll see
If you choose to walk where the wolves roam free
Did you come, Fauna Blake
because you heard a woman scream?
Do you come, Fauna Blake
because you think it’s a dream?
And when you find yourself lost in his bloodied hall
And when you hear the guiltless dead when they call
Will you go running towards, or running away?
Will you live to see the light of another day?
Monster or man, monster or man, monster or man…
... monster and man?
Down in the moors where the wolves do croon
Where bats flock like moths to the flame of the moon
Where you hope you will soon startle awake
To this haunted ode for the witch, Fauna Blake.
This haunted ode for the witch, Fauna Blake.
With the song coming to its end, the envelope seals itself neatly and flops on to the closest desk. Smug.
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