Challenge: Alchemy, Ancient Art and Science
Word Count: 100
“Argus Pyrites? I thought he was in Azkaban,” said Granger, reading the elegantly calligraphed note on stiff 100% rag paper.
“I'd thought he was dead until this missive was delivered,” said Severus, and no, he would not think of the great hulking eagle owl that had announced its presence by vomiting partially digested mice onto the tea table. “He's not young.”
“Does he truly own a large enough piece of land for our demonstration?” Granger hesitated. “I'm willing to use my married name if he objects to Muggle - “
“Oh yes. Book royalties, you know.”