I do not recognise the writing on the card as of yet (and I of all people should be qualified to say that, thinking of the repulsive amounts of samples I am able to extract from student essays). The spelling errors are quite disgusting, but alas not uncommon among the herd of ignorant youngsters of today. My mind goes to Longbottom on one of his good days, but unfortunately the solution cannot possibly lie so idiotically (and disgustingly) close.
The use of a Dictating Quill is perhaps the closest I can get, though then it must have been an uncommonly unintelligent one, and the owner would probably long ago have tried to get her (or his, as Sinistra so conveniently reminded me of) money back. Incidentally, I am glad I quit shopping at Quirky Quills Inc., the only quirky about them were their abominable prices.
It is also possible that the author used the opposite hand of what she (he …) normally does, though the writing was remarkably flowing if that is the case.
I must have seen that handwriting before.
Relevant though all this musing is, it can also be seen as a futile attempt at postponing the moment in which I will confess the slight humiliation of the aforementioned incident, but as I am not very likely to forget it in a hurry, I will manage perfectly well without having it written down as well.
Bloody Sinistra. She could do with a good reply herself.
As for the potion, it is going about as well as any other potion at this stage. I decided to continue working on the Thought-reading Potion the werewolf, the female devil and I were assigned by Dumbledore all that time ago, I might as well do something useful in the midst of all this madness. After I (rather painfully) finally was able to determine that the Artemisia absinthium dose must not be more than 1,5 drams when the Serpens Caput has this strong an influence on all magic done with treachery as the ultimate goal, nevertheless I deem it relatively safe to increase the temperature a bit. This evening I shall throw myself into testing the Hyssopus officinalis and the bat eyes.
Though I will allow myself breaks in which I shall continue my search for the spreader of evil. (I suppose I could ask Flitwick if there are any decent charms or spells one could apply, but then again I have always rather detested speaking to people who are about to keel over from giggling too much.)