At the nod and hop of permission, Arven straightened out the sketches and, with a couple of murmurs of "Geminio", used a Doubling Charm to make two copies of each. The originals he stacked up and returned to where he'd found them. One set of copies he folded and put in his pocket; he would keep these for personal reference as his ill-advised investigations continued.

And the other set of copies he would send to Gringotts. Because time was of the essence, and he knew Miss Dempsey would not mind the dull social faux pas of writing a letter in someone else's company, Arven withdrew a spare piece of parchment and a self-inking quill from his "Mary Poppins bag" of a pocket, and scribbled a quick note.

"I'll send this as soon as I can", he folded the copies into the letter and kept hold of them. A pause as he considered the wry little bird, who had admirably not abandoned her sense of humour with her skin, and was very much playing the hand she'd been dealt. "Is there anything I can do to make this whole thing a bit more bearable?" Arven asked, wondering what he could do that a household of servants couldn't. "Anything I can bring you?"

  

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Phyri breathed an internal sigh of relief as Mr. Fisk worked, first on the sketches and then on a letter to follow up some line of inquiry. For someone so proud of her own independence, she hadn’t expected it to feel quite so cheering to have someone outside her family - and outside the Ministry, entirely outside of his career! - offer to help without any expectation of recompense.

All that to say, she was considerably cheered by his visit today, although as of yet his research efforts had not offered her anything more concrete than a little direction, and a sliver of hope. Arven Fisk did not seem terribly put off by oddity, at least.

“How about a few worms?” Porphyria replied, much better able to keep a neutral expression by, well, having a beak. A second later, she’d cracked up - she hadn’t reached that point of desperation quite yet.

“No, I’ll be fine,” she said with a small huff and a sigh. “You’re always welcome to visit, though, now that you know where we live.” That stood whether he got anywhere in his investigations or not; she suspected even the novelty of being able to fly would wear off eventually. “I could use the company.”

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a sublime set by Lady! <3

Now that Arv had put the first stage of this particular plan into action, business had been duly conducted and he was impatient to begin stage two. For Porphyria Dempsey was a fellow adventurer (albeit in a different way), and while there was a great freedom to be found in gliding through the skies, far more of that freedom had been taken away from her. Arven empathised very much, and sought to return her the use of her writing-hand, her walking-feet, her boat-sinking abilities...

With a smile at her wry comment, Arven nodded, repositioning the letter in his coat pocket as he lingered in the doorway. "I will keep you closely updated by owl. And if I may, I'd like to visit again next week." Sure enough, news or no news, Arven would return to the gardens every now and again to speak with Miss Dempsey about this or that — writing, roaming, musings.

"I, er... I won't bring my pet ferret."

  

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