The Next Morning — A Storm of Letters
Keith sat in the front hall of the Runcandel Mansion when three letters—sealed with familiar but unwelcome crests—dropped onto the table.
Grayfia opened them with graceful precision.
1. Malfoy Letter — Desperate Invitation
Lord Runcandel,
I, Lucius Malfoy, humbly request a private meeting regarding matters of utmost importance and mutual benefit. I await your response at Malfoy Manor at your earliest convenience.
— Lucius Malfoy
Keith raised an eyebrow.
"Mutual benefit…? He must be desperate."
Luna smirked.
"With the mountain of debt he owes you? Yes, very."
Keith nodded.
"Fine. I'll meet him tomorrow."
2. Carrow & Flint Letters — Pleas for Mercy
Both letters were nearly identical:
Please allow a two-year installment plan to repay our debt to House Runcandel…
Keith didn't bother thinking too long.
"Approved. They're small compared to Malfoy."
Grayfia immediately wrote the acceptance letters.
Runcandel Group — Becoming an Empire
Gamma and Albedo returned from registration with a stack of documents.
"It is done," Albedo said proudly.
"Runcandel Group is now officially recognized worldwide."
Gamma bowed.
"We await your next command, Keith."
Keith placed two thick folders on the table.
Inside: formulas for medicines, cosmetics, healing balms, nutrient boosters, magical-compatible skincare, and dozens of futuristic patent-ready technologies.
"Start production immediately," Keith instructed.
"I want the first products out within a month."
Both dragon women nodded.
"As you command, Keith."
New Authority Positions
Gamma — CEO of Runcandel Group Albedo — COO of Runcandel Group
Both women bowed deeply, glowing with pride.
"We will build a global empire worthy of your name," Albedo said.
"Leave it to us," Gamma added with a confident smile.
Wizarding Intelligence — Luna & Grayfia's Mission
Keith turned to Luna and Grayfia.
"I need you two to discover everything happening in the wizarding world.
Politics. Criminal movements. Ministry operations. All of it."
Grayfia nodded.
"We will create a shadow network."
Luna smirked.
"And gather information faster than the Daily Prophet could ever dream."
Both vanished through a portal of frost and silver light.
Letters from Allied Families
Later that evening, more letters arrived—this time sealed with friendlier crests.
Bones Family
Susan's handwriting was shy, Amelia's confident.
Greengrass Family
Daphne's was calm and proper; Astoria's included doodles of dragons.
Vole Family
Cassandra's ink was elegant—and suspiciously perfumed.
Black Family
Narcissa's letter was graceful and respectful, while Tonks' letter was chaotic but enthusiastic.
Keith smiled softly.
"These families… they're warm. Not like some of the others."
Rias, hovering behind him, smirked.
"They're all blushing over you, Keith."
Keith choked on air.
"N-No they're not!"
The dragon queens giggled.
Hogwarts — Headmaster's Office
High in the tower, Albus Dumbledore held the Daily Prophet with a soft chuckle.
"House Runcandel… so another one awakens."
He stroked his beard thoughtfully.
Around him, the portraits burst into excited chatter.
Portraits from History React
Some portraits shouted:
"Hufflepuff!"
"No, no—surely Ravenclaw!"
"Gryffindor! Courage! Dragons!"
"Absolutely Slytherin—power and ambition!"
But one portrait remained unusually calm.
A tall, handsome man with platinum-silver hair, wearing an old gold-laced Runcandel coat of arms.
Portrait Name: Cedric Runcadelus the Benevolent
(The only Runcandel ever sorted into Hufflepuff, 900+ years ago)
Cedric laughed softly.
"Oh, calm yourselves. A Runcandel chooses their own path, not a house's traditions."
Several portraits turned to him.
"But Cedric, surely he'll choose your House, yes?"
Cedric smirked.
"I'll welcome him warmly, of course—
but Keith Argus Runcandel is far beyond any house's expectation.
I only hope I get to meet him in person."
Dumbledore smiled at the portrait.
"The school will certainly be livelier with a Runcandel again."