Father, of course, was not an option, and Iya had long been kept at arm's length from the company. After all, she was family, but not Adebayo. Callista was most assuredly no nothing. Femi would tell Genia what he knew, of that much the Slytherin was sure, but what he knew would certainly pale in comparison to Kayin. Less forthcoming, she suspected, but more knowledgable. He would have to do.
Absently biting at the side of her cheek, Iphigenia put quill to parchment.
27th September, 1893
Brother,
You will, I hope, forgive my cutting to the chase; my academic pursuits naturally take priority, and so I do not wish to neglect them longer than necessary. Word has reached me rather through the grapevine—a mouthy, catty grapevine who does not know what's good for her—that the family was recently transporting, of all things, dragons. While I do not presume to understand the nuances of the family business, I do implore you for confirmation that our ships played no part in this latest reign of chaos! To say it would be inconvienient, as Father intends for me to make my debut in the spring, would be an nderstatement of the highest order.
Iphegenia
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