Legacy Rewritten

Prefects and Notes

As soon as Mr. Moon was out of sight, I cast disillusionment on myself and made my way towards the locked gate. "Alohomora," I whispered, using my wand to unlock the complex two-part key. It gave way rather quickly though, the gate not even making a rattling sound as it ascended back into the ceiling to let me pass through, and it gently coming back down, still not making a sound. I saw two doors to my left and curiosity got the better of me as I went to unlock one of the other doors. The door revealed a neutral toned room, swirling in peachy and dusty pink colors, indicating that whoever lived here was probably a female. My thoughts were confirmed when I saw a letter that was addressed to a 'Matilda', and I knew this to be Matilda Weasley. I gently unfolded the letter as I chuckled to myself quietly, beginning to read:

Dear Matilda, 

"My dear Dot has been asking after you. Perhaps I can convince her to stop in for a Butterbeer or two if you were to join us. It's been far too long. When you do manage to come by, I wonder if you'd be able to part with a few of your plants? The more fragrant ones? Ever since the troll attack, customers have been complaining about the smell of - believe it or not - old socks! Nothing I've tried seems to cover the stench. Hoping to see you soon, with or without the plants."

Your friend, Sirona

I took a quick glance around, but I didn't want to stay in there too long after all. Besides, seeing as Professor Weasley obviously wasn't in her room at the moment, I didn't want to increase the chance of her walking in while I was still in her room. It did smell quite nice in here though, and I was pleasantly not at all surprised to know such a sweet person like Professor Weasley was friends with Sirona Ryan. Such a sweet detail. I carefully placed the note back where I found it, briefly taking one last look around the comfy quarters, before exiting the room. There was a second door, but I didn't have to use Alohomora to unlock this one. When I entered, I was greeted by a color scheme of neutral whites, beige, and a pale blue. It was very simple, yet classical, and I instantly knew this was Professor Figs room when I saw pictures of some of the places he'd told me he traveled to, and I saw a picture of him with a woman, striking bronze eyes and brilliant golden locks, her wearing an ancient magic swirl necklace. How intriguing. But then my eyes were drawn to a discarded parchment that had landed on the floor. It read:

"I am in receipt of your most recent owl. Apologies for the delay in my response. I am still receiving a good deal of correspondence regarding the introduction of the not-so-recent Stooging Penalty in Quidditch, which in my humble opinion, has brought the game into a modern age. Astonishing, frankly, how many spectators want nothing less than seeing Quidditch Keepers flattened entirely. As to the topic of your recent letter, we at the Ministry assure you that any and all potential threats to wizard-kind are taken quite seriously. I have made note of your concerns and in as much as time allows, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement will ensure that the matter is looked into. Schedule permitting, of course. We value the opinions of esteemed wizards such as yourself, and you may rest assured that we have matters well in hand. Should you wish, I can have my secretary secure seats for yourself and a guest in this year's Quidditch final. I think you would be delighted to see the results of a well-run and efficient government."

Warmest regards, Minister of Magic, Faris Spavin

Well gee, that answers any questions I could've had on why in the world no one was doing anything about Ranrok. This minister seemed pretty dumb in my 'most humble opinion' and I could only hope that they wouldn't choose to interfere when someone, like myself, was going to do something about it. You'd think that they'd be a bit more concerned, especially due to the fact that Ranrok not only broke into a restricted vault, but he's also killed the goblin bank teller who was responsible for getting Professor Fig and I to Vault 12. But, who was I to assume Minister Spavin would've been any different? After all, he was a half-blood trying to pretend to be a pureblood; though, I was quite surprised to know that such a community as the Sacred 28 of purebloods would allow for a half-blood to become a minister. After all, didn't they want pureblood elitism? I wouldn't know I guess; Ominis wasn't sure who Zander and I were descended from, and we didn't know either so it's not like we could help, but he was convinced that we weren't a part of the sacred 28 families. He was adamant that if that had been the case, the Gaunts would know who we are. I did remind him that no one, us included, knew who we are until recently, but he was still adamant that they would've known.