Subject: “Eglantine Issues a Prophecy.

Keith Pretends He Understands.”

At 09:17 this morning, Eglantine descended from her usual moonlit vantage point

and delivered what she described as

“a matter of grave seasonal importance.”

She positioned herself atop an ancient grimoire,

snow gently falling around her,

stared at the assembled familiars with soul-piercing intensity,

and proclaimed the following:

“When the tinsel trembles,

and the cocoa steams without a mug,

beware the seventh spark—

for it marks the waddling doom.”

A silence followed.

A long one.

The kind that should accompany destiny…

but mostly accompanied confusion.

Keith nodded sagely.

Said, “Absolutely. I’ve decoded it.”

Then left before anyone could ask a single follow-up question.

He has refused to elaborate ever since.

This is considered a red flag.

Witnesses report:

Corvus immediately stole the page of notes Keith pretended to take.

Blue is drafting an official report titled Prophecy Mismanagement: A Safety Review.

Brin asked if “waddling doom” is something you can pet.

Hades blinked once, turned around, and simply left.

No one knows where he went.

No one is asking.

Eglantine has provided no further clarification.

She maintains the prophecy is “self-explanatory.”

It is not.

Investigation ongoing.