Private Message to Oliver Pennyworth

Sir,

I apologise for not writing by return owl, but I had need of your bird for other, more urgent purposes. I've directed the Protector's Fund for the Restoration of Forest Troll Habitat to return her to you directly.

As to your concerns, yes, indeed (of course), I did authorise payment to the following in the sums you mention:

* The Bowtruckle Protection Society
* Foundation for Fecundity (Wizarding infertility is one of the most important concerns of our time)
* Opera for the Infirm (I find it surprising you've never heard of them: they put on performances of classical operas for the residents of the Vale of Health.)
* Our Lord's Committee for the Recovery and Promotion of Ancient Languages (The Gnomish society, yes.)
* The Society for the Promotion of Improving Lovely Literature (SPILL)
* The Spattergroit Research Foundation
* Supporters of the Dark Forgotten (Obviously, yes, this is the group that provide funds to defray living expenses of those unjustly punished under the old regime for supposed 'crimes'. Yes, I realise that the affected population has dwindled, but surely, sir, you see the importance of supporting this worthy cause while even one remains alive of those amnestied by Our Lord following his liberation of the realm; they were martyred for studying the Arts or for repulsing muggles, subjected to appalling punishments for holding fast to Truth and Honour, and they deserve our care as they live out their desperate lives.)
* The Youth Quidditch League of South Yorkshire

Oh, and to spare you the need of asking, I wrote two additional contribution cheques yesterday: one to the Protectorate Society for the Cultivation of Giant Hogweed, which is doing excellent, needful work to restore our realm's natural beauty; and the second to the Protector's Fund for Research into Alternative Resources, which is turning Bundimun bi-products into excellent cleaning solutions with extensive applications in the transport sector.

I trust this soothes your concerns. I'll remind you that now I'm of age, what I do with my galleons is entirely my lookout.

Yours in Our Lord's Service,
Blaise Zabini