This is set in 2E.54

The calm snow whistled through the eastern realms of Phinoria- a long past Phinoria. The one realm that I describe is known as Cowcoomen, a vast estate and alone in the chalky wilderness. Upon it stand firm trees- blooming in winter and wilting in spring- as if put there by giants themselves. Below tough snow or wet ice- paving its way through the stubborn woods shimmering as it goes. Finally, above floats the set sky: mixing a hue of blue and shades of green white from it's elementary palette riding the wind.
Through this setting trudged Hauff Dype, a mellow man who spent his precious time serving winter pies and warming mead. To his downfall, the larder's stock had run low and empty was the list of souls intent on reviving it- so there he was himself. To be honest, Hauff wasn't entirely sure the type of berry he needed: only that it's blooming blue colour reminded him of good Summer. He decided to investigate the murky purple bushes to his left; approaching them with about as much caution as birds have with bugs. Luckily for Hauff, the bug did not bite and revealed the dancing Tiffany fruit he longed for. A hundred berries went into the basket.
Withdrawing from the Byzantium enclosure, a sudden thump came to Hauff's heart as a carved stone tablet came into view, lying lonely in the undergrowth, deeply longing for attention. Fortunately no berries were spilled- but nevertheless did it give a fright. Pulled by the unmissable curiosity, he laid the basket by his boot and conjured the rectangle of slate into his arms. Engraved upon lay a seal- a wizards seal (only accessible by a wizard) and scribbled in the bottom left corner like a stamp rested 'Crease'. "Crease," he muttered to himself in a gruff tone. Hauff had a lot of experience with 'Crease', in his pies, on his forehead, but most unmistakably at the end of Hempho and Mello Creases' names- residents of Cowcoomen like him. Assuming as anyone would that this slate was for them, [i]the only wizarding family in existence[/i], he thrust it into his basket and continued on his long, tiresome way, attempting to hold back the jealousy he had for wizarding abilities.