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[alt_sirius]

I'm slowly worming my way in to the black market here. I've changed lodgings, by the way, and I'm now in the Greek Quarter - less expensive, but considerably seedier. Deliberately seedier.

I've been going to the less attractive parts of town hoping to find someone with a line on the things we need - now adding black-market potions, Arthur - and last night I finally caught a break.

A gang of young men tried to rob me on my way home. Muggles, you understand, but I ran them off with a few well-aimed hexes. Not before they'd managed to get a few licks in, unfortunately. I'm fine! Just a bit knocked about.

They didn't get my galleons, but they did manage to help themselves to the Muggle money I had in my pockets.

On the upside, the incident was an entry to the wizarding underground, in a way. Henrich Laszlo's self-protection attracted the attention of several Turkish wizards with unsavoury connections. Just what we need.

So slow progress, but progress.

Poppy? How is he doing? Remus, I mean - is he up and about yet?

Comments

[alt_arthur]

Oh dear, how dreadful. Not dreadful that you may have found a dodgey source of potion ingredients, I mean, but so sorry that you had to get knocked about a bit to do it. I do hope the lead bears good fruit, however. The polyjuice potion situation is soon going to be rather desperate.

Good luck, but watch your back.

[alt_sirius]

Part of the job description, Arthur. Unfortunately, there's no polyjuice potion or disguise spell in the world that will make one look thrashed.

I didn't mind, though. I rather like a melee now and again. Keeps me sharp.

[alt_poppy]

He's recovering well, Sirius, but very quietly with it. For the most part, he is still keeping to his bed.