April, 11. 1892
Basil couldn’t help the amusement that still tickled him when he thought about the letter he’d received just yesterday about his brother’s rather purple predicament. He’d spent the evening pulling a few texts to help with the matter, never before actually expecting to need to research the transigurative properties of hair style and color. He planned to spend the remainder of this week pulling a few spells to attempt when he went home. He’d already promised Atticus as much, and despite how ill they sometimes got along, Basil didn’t truly despise his brother. At least not enough to refuse helping him when he needed.
Things had actually been… rather tame between them as late. Basil wasn’t sure exactly what had started to change the tide between them, but he was on his guard for the moment it all abruptly flooded back. He didn’t trust this new, uneasy camaraderie any more than he trusted his first years to memorize their full beginner transfiguration text. Still, he was in a good mood. A charitable one. And, pulling a piece of paper to pen another timely letter, Basil hummed to himself.
Dear Ms. Malfoy,
If you do not have other engagements at present, I should like to extend an offer of invitation to our residence in Hogsmeade this Saturday, the 16th of April. I should like to introduce you to my brother, if you are so amendable.
respectfully,
Basil Foxwood
Basil Foxwood
Eying the letter with some pride at his foresight, Basil nodded. Two birds with one stone after all; he could introduce Ms. Malfoy to his brother - a much better candidate for one so delicate, gentle, and charming as she - and he would be able to do so without going home a second time specifically to do so. He would be home on Friday to remedy the purple hair debacle, and Ms. Malfoy could come Saturday. What could go wrong?