Notice owled to all registration absentees

[yessirrightaway.livejournal.com]

As a courtesy of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, you have received a written notice for violating United Kingdom wand registry regulations.

You are hereby ordered to pay a fine of no less than 500.00 Galleons, which is to be transferred to the Office of Seizure and Compensation within fourteen days of receiving this notice. In addition, you are requested to register your wand personally at the nearest registry station by the deadline set out.

Failure to comply with the terms of this summons will result in legal proceedings, including charges of evasion and conspiracy, which may result in further penalties, arrest, or the forfeiture of your wand.

Signed,
Patricia McGruder
Office for Seizure and Compensation
Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Ministry of Magic, London

Comments

[monalupin.livejournal.com]

*Upon receiving her notice, Mona takes down the contact information and promptly feeds the letter to Gurdie, her pet goat. She sends the following in reply.*

Ms. McGruder,

I should be curious to know exactly how the ministry expects law-abiding dissident citizens to pay such an absurdly exorbitant sum, given the current administration's failure to alleviate economic tensions plaguing us as well as the Muggles. Funny concept of patriotism going on down in London lately. Are we all meant to go rob banks to fund this endeavor of yours?

Mona Lupin
Dissenter (and not a criminal, they really aren't the same thing, you lot should look into that)

[treefeller.livejournal.com]

*Gideon's in the kitchen reheating some leftovers of Molly's, so he's the one to let in the owl and open the letter. He's wearing a mildly curious frown-- the purple parchment signifies a Ministry letter of some kind--but once he opens it, his face twists. As he calls into the next room there's a bit of an edge under the exaggerated casualness.*

Oi, Fabian? I need to borrow some gold.

[mindtheplums.livejournal.com]

*He has to laugh when he reads the letter, long and hard. Has he even seen that many Galleons in one place before? Maybe in the cellar, where he keeps his canned root vegetables and dried spices and all the gold he doesn't trust to Gringotts--but that was before he bought the owls and the printing press, of course. He doesn't have even close to that amount now.

His laughter startles Fnord, and the sleepy barn owl eyes him reproachfully, but it's awhile before he stops. He's wiping away tears with the sleeve of his tunic as he gets out a bit of parchment and writes in his signature ink of shimmering lavender.*

MONA,

HAVEN'T LAUGHED SO HARD IN AGES. COME, WHEN YOU CAN?

XOXO
XENO