Elphias is going to kill me Well! It seems I've arrived a bit late, though I had no idea I'd be traveling again so soon. Would anyone care for a cup of tea? I'd offer sweets, but I fed the last of my lemon drops to a dear feathered companion of mine. Phoenixes can be terribly picky when it comes to meals, you know, and I'd hate to make him cross — he's grown large enough to snatch my glasses, and I'm useless without them. I suppose it's my fault for feeding him lemon drops in the first place. [...] Ah, well. Nothing to be done about it now.