Ricardo Salgado
The Common Room was partially occupied at this time of day. Good enough while he distracted himself, waiting for more news on this Karamazov business. He headed to an empty couch and laid back, opening a book of the waterways of Britain, and focused on the chapters referring to the Scottish Highlands. Every couple of pages, he would leave the book open on the armrest and search his bag for another book he had borrowed from the Library: “On the Fauna of Britain and their Societies and Constructs”, by P.T. Wilmoore.
“Well, well…” he muttered after gazing on an explanation of the so-called Finn-folk of the Orkneys. Turns out there weren’t truly mer-people, but rather wizards of some cadet branch of the Angus Jarls who later merged into the Macmillans between the 14th and 16th centuries. They had deals with nearby mer-people and acquired their magic in part by marrying their daughters, which eventually led to their downfall and need to leave the Orkneys. He wrote down the details.
He thought of the kelpies in the Great Glen, and it seemed a detour through the Glen to Fort William and Loch Linnhe would be necessary to overtake the Loch Ericht Fault. But the problem of the Great Lake still remained. He needed to find a way to breach into the Great Lake of Hogwarts not just from a Geographic perspective.
He was getting very close.
Maybe he would have to dive.
Isolde Grenwald
Her head was buzzing with thoughts. What had all that been about? Karamazov’s questions became a foggy mash of ideas and her own answers orbited about it without any control. “I need a drink.” She told herself. Perhaps going to Hogsmead was still an option.
