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alt_siriusGreetings from Constantinople (or as the Muggles call it, Istanbul)!
My neighbour has two brothers, Guillaume and Gilbert, and the younger (Gilbert) needed a ride to Paris, which gave me a perfect reason to get there and visit the bank. Arthur, Molly, the Galleons should be in your vault by tomorrow.
It's lucky in many ways that Nigel Cullenden is a quasi-famous Quidditch commentator and scout. It makes certain things much easier. For example, I'm able to explain my travel by dropping in unannounced on the Leagues around here.
And it's entirely logical for a man in Nigel's position to want to invest his sports income into something more stable. Like exports, let us say.
The Turkish seat of the International Wizarding Confederation has an expert on preparing shipments to the British Protectorate. I've an application for an off-shore business permit and my counterpart, the Turkish translator for the Byzantine League, is interested in becoming partners. He's even willing to ship through our third silent partner, Victor Laszlo.
So in short order I should be able to line up sources for North African and Mesopotamian ingredients, wand wood, papyrus, and even some wizard-grown Kenyan coffee and a few other small luxuries.
There's a marked difference between Muggle Istanbul and the old wizard sections that still call their city Constantinople. I've taken rooms in the hotel that was built in the site of the Porphyrian Palace ruins - impenetrable to Muggles, but filled with ancient mosaics and even a working bathhouse.
In fact, if my sojourn here is to last more than a week or two, I shall have to find less expensive lodgings, but it's rather marvellous for the short term.
Please don't take that as gloating. In many ways I'd much rather be able to be in England. The thought of Voldemort celebrating his birthday by passing off Harry as a pawn in his Benevolent Dictatorship makes me sick.
My neighbour has two brothers, Guillaume and Gilbert, and the younger (Gilbert) needed a ride to Paris, which gave me a perfect reason to get there and visit the bank. Arthur, Molly, the Galleons should be in your vault by tomorrow.
It's lucky in many ways that Nigel Cullenden is a quasi-famous Quidditch commentator and scout. It makes certain things much easier. For example, I'm able to explain my travel by dropping in unannounced on the Leagues around here.
And it's entirely logical for a man in Nigel's position to want to invest his sports income into something more stable. Like exports, let us say.
The Turkish seat of the International Wizarding Confederation has an expert on preparing shipments to the British Protectorate. I've an application for an off-shore business permit and my counterpart, the Turkish translator for the Byzantine League, is interested in becoming partners. He's even willing to ship through our third silent partner, Victor Laszlo.
So in short order I should be able to line up sources for North African and Mesopotamian ingredients, wand wood, papyrus, and even some wizard-grown Kenyan coffee and a few other small luxuries.
There's a marked difference between Muggle Istanbul and the old wizard sections that still call their city Constantinople. I've taken rooms in the hotel that was built in the site of the Porphyrian Palace ruins - impenetrable to Muggles, but filled with ancient mosaics and even a working bathhouse.
In fact, if my sojourn here is to last more than a week or two, I shall have to find less expensive lodgings, but it's rather marvellous for the short term.
Please don't take that as gloating. In many ways I'd much rather be able to be in England. The thought of Voldemort celebrating his birthday by passing off Harry as a pawn in his Benevolent Dictatorship makes me sick.
