Nurcan goes down to Visigny that weekend, as the deadline for finalizing Visigny's cahier de doléances approaches. On March 15, she finds herself on the main road of the village, thinking about how to get to the cahier.

  I waited until today to get to the cahier because an unfinished cahier would be useless. I hope the Geminio'd cahiers will last long enough for the wizarding authorities, and potentially Muggle ones, to use them, Nurcan thinks as she plans to cross the bridge leading to the Muggle side of Visigny for the first time. No one at school was able to tell me about how much a Muggle dress costs, only that sellers for these things won't take wizarding money.

  Before she crosses the bridge, however, she might be wondering about the exchange rate between bezants and Muggle money. Gringotts' branch shows there's only one Muggle currency this branch will exchange wizarding money for: livres tournois (lt).

  With, on the board on which the exchange rate is written, a reminder of the lt's subdivisions: lt1 = 20 sous = 240 deniers. So Bz1 apparently bought lt5, or, conversely, lt1 bought Bz0.20. If there's anything a Muggle-born witch knows that a half or pure-blood wizard might not, it's that you can't directly compare Muggle and wizarding prices simply by applying an exchange rate on the wizarding price! So I must get the Muggle price first.

  Once she has a better idea of the value of what she wants, Nurcan crosses the bridge to get her hands on a more... weather-appropriate dress. Before what Catholic Muggles call mass begins:

  "Cette robe est inadéquate pour le temps froid; j'aimerais en avoir une autre pour le froid!" (This dress is inappropriate for cold weather; I would love to get another one for cold days!) Nurcan tells the would-be seller with a Turkish accent.

  "Vingt livres..." (Lt20) the would-be seller then enters the village's church.

  Oh boy: Bz4 for a peasant dress; I may as well wear it for every trip down to Visigny until the school year ends! And even wear it when I might need to have some anonymity among lower-class Muggles once this school year ends! Nurcan's mouth starts foaming at the prospect of buying that dress.

  However, judging by the notice posted near the church's entrance, one last writing session is going to be held for Visigny's cahier after the dominical mass ends. So she dashes back across the bridge to the wizarding section of the city to change Bz4 into lt20, in hopes that she would be able to get this Muggle dress in time to attend that final session.

  Which is done in relatively short order, but she knows the mass isn't over yet. So she's left wondering what she could do until mass ends, just not at the bank.

  She goes to Instrumentum's for a bit, an inn on the other side of the main road from the bank. They seem to be discussing... last Friday's intramural Quidditch game. There, she recognizes the Beater from the Geminio lesson.

  "Ces Factures Impayées en ont payé le prix vendredi soir!" (These Factures Impayées paid the price on Friday night!) the Beater, Léon Rammelle, gloats in front of other Quidditch fans in the bar.

  "Rammelle est le meilleur batteur intramural depuis de Batiscan en 1760!" (Rammelle is the best intramural Beater since de Batiscan in 1760!) the innkeeper comments on that play from Léon that prevented the Factures Impayées' Seeker from getting to the Golden Snitch.

  "Bravo Léon!" Nurcan exclaims, in Léon's direction. "J'espère que tu t'es amélioré au Geminio!" (I hope you got better at Geminio!)

  Nurcan... That girl Emmanuelle dragged into learning Geminio! What is she doing here? Léon recognizes Nurcan's voice, but not her face. I get it, Emmanuelle is a reserve Keeper on my team, so I was willing to tolerate her off the pitch. But Nurcan hit me as a super-genius since then, and the kind of person who doesn't pay much attention to Quidditch.

  "Un peu..." (A little...)

  "Factures Impayées?" Nurcan is taken aback. "Est-ce que les noms des équipes intramurales changent à chaque année?" (Do intramural team names change every year?)

  "Oui. Je joue pour les Constellations!" (Yes. I play for the Constellations!)

  The innkeeper mentioned that one of the de Batiscans was apparently a star Beater during the 1759-1760 or 1760-1761 Beauxbatons intramural Quidditch season. Which one? Why do I keep hearing that family name? Nurcan feels like a new question is popping up, but starts ruminating about something deranged. Next thing I know, one of them is going to be at the Estates-General and hence represent the wizarding world there!

  "Si vous voulez bien m'excuser, je dois y aller!" (If you may excuse me, I have to go!)

  Nurcan then leaves Instrumentum's to go back to the Muggle part of the village, with coins for lt20 in her horse pocket. Which she quickly forks over to get a white, woollen peasant dress with a maroon gilet that she deems appropriate for future Visigny trips.

  "Merci!"

  Once her costume is on hand, she goes back to the wizarding side of the village, find an outhouse to get dressed, using magic, and then return to the Muggle side in time for the final session where the cahier would be finalized, dressed like a Muggle peasant, held at church. So long as I keep quiet, I should be ok.

  Right as the session begins, the village's leadership, in front of the Muggle residents, assembles the residents.

  "Aujourd'hui, on finalise la rédaction du cahier de doléances pour envoi à Versailles. Si vous avez de nouvelles doléances, ou de nouvelles solutions à des doléances existantes, c'est aujourd'hui ou jamais!" (Today, we finalize the writing of the cahier de doléances to be sent to Versailles. If you have new grievances, or new solutions to existing ones, it's today or never!) the village's mayor announces to the attendees to open the session in a packed church.

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  The session begins with a rundown of the core grievances already expressed, with fiscal reform at the top of the list.

  An unfair tax system, the abolition of nobility and clergy's fiscal privileges, and the feudal privileges along with them, with a proposed simplified new system that doesn't discriminate by social class, with taxation to be decided by a body made up of elected representatives of the people.

  Yet, even though the grievances expressed appear to be dominated by fiscal policy issues – after all, the Estates-General were convened to resolve a financial crisis – the mayor drones on as he turns to non-financial grievances.

  As for non-financial grievances, they include, as far as Nurcan could make out, a simplification of legal codes and judicial procedure, protection of press freedoms as well as of individual ones. And, obviously, that voting at these Estates-General be made by headcount.

  I feel that much of what these Muggles complain about would apply to the Ottoman Muggle society as well, and certainly taxation. You wouldn't believe how taxation is used by the Muggle authorities to push conversion of dhimmi (non-Muslims); all the taxes French Muggles complain about, while imposed solely on roturiers (non-nobles), have no religious component. So I'd say that any attempt at Ottoman tax reform is going to involve the abolition of religion-based taxes, Nurcan compares the fiscal situations in her mind, while a new grievance is aired:

  "On désire également l'égalité d'accès aux charges publiques!" (We also want equal access to civil positions!) a Muggle attendee shouts.

  And, of course, these Muggle women have their own set of grievances to air. It's becoming clearer to Nurcan how these Muggles tended to ask for stuff witches already have.

  The most obvious wizarding influence on the women's portion of the cahier is reflected in two ways: better access to education as well as better access to jobs, both of which were taken for granted in the wizarding world for centuries. Legal equity, too, but beyond the right to vote, the fifth and sixth big grievances are of a different kind entirely: domestic violence and equity in family life.

  These women want to live like witches, in these six respects, but do they want to do such because witches live among them, or for some other reason? Or is there another witch, albeit local, at this session? Is it possible that I could have bought this cold-weather dress from a witch living among Muggles? Nurcan starts to reflect on how different Muggle women lives are compared to witches'.

  Then comes the final part of this session: the election of the village's three delegates. Who will then go on to attend another assembly that determines who'll go on to represent the bailliage's third estate residents at the Estates-General in Versailles.

  Like most women attending the session, the Turkish witch tunes out everything to do with voting, and so only seems to hear about candidates.

  However, her ears perk up upon mentioning the fate of the cahier she just sat through its final revision for what feels like hours, as night falls over the village:

  "Ce cahier est sujet à modification par les délégués du bailliage!" (This cahier is subject to change by the bailliage delegates!) the mayor warns the residents after the village's delegates are elected.

  So that cahier wouldn't actually be sent to Versailles. But, as tempting it might be to use magic to steal it, I might get into trouble for it. But perhaps I could ask to lend it for just a few minutes instead? After the residents return to their own homes of course... Nurcan starts to get more nervous as she tries to approach the village's mayor to lend the cahier to her for just a few minutes. I must not mention copying it, nor talk about the wizarding world.

  "Je vous ai entendu parler de possibles modifications que les délégués du bailliage pourraient apporter. J'aimerais emprunter le cahier pour quelques minutes voir ce qui serait le plus susceptible d'être changé, s'il vous pla?t!" (I heard you talk about possible modifications that the bailliage's delegates could make. I would like to borrow the cahier for a few minutes to see what's most likely to be changed, please!) Nurcan makes her best impersonation of an Ariégeois accent when asking to borrow the cahier.

  "C'est une requête un peu étrange, mais vous avez quinze minutes!" (This request is a little weird, but you have fifteen minutes!) The mayor, taken aback by what appears to him as a literate girl, then hands over the final version of the village's cahier de doléances to her.

  "Merci!"

  So I have 15 minutes to go back to the village's wizarding part, use Geminio on it and then return the cahier to the mayor, she skims the cahier on her way back to the wizarding portion of the village, and go straight for the same outhouse she used earlier to get dressed. The cahier doesn't feel much larger than a parchment scroll, an unfurled one perhaps, since the whole cahier could fit on maybe seven one-sided sheets of paper.

  Once the cahier is in position, with its pages neatly placed and ordered, she whips out her wand, preparing herself, and aiming at the cahier:

  "Geminio!"

  The copy of the cahier that would then be sent to Constantinople appears right next to the original, and she puts the Geminio'd copy in her horse pocket, after checking the faithfulness of the copy vis-à-vis the original. Thank Allah that the cahier isn't big: the copy is good enough for me!

  But feeling that the time is short, she dashes back to the Muggle part, while looking for the mayor so that she could return the village's cahier de doléances to the mayor.

  Luckily for her, the mayor is still at the church, where she gives back the original cahier to him, by the end of the 15 minutes she was allotted to borrow the cahier for.

  True to her word, after the cahier's return, she discusses what's most likely to be changed in the cahier by the bailliage's delegates: the grievance about domestic violence on women. She feels like the other delegates would feel like domestic violence, while a real issue, would be outside the scope of what they feel they can request at the Estates-General in the bailliage's name.

  It's not every day that I even see a girl like her, who can read somewhat. Most women in this place are illiterate, the mayor reflects on this discussion of the cahier.

  As the witch leaves the church, she can feel the clock ticking on her because the Sunday night curfew is fast approaching. So she hastily goes to the outhouse for the third time and put her Beauxbatons uniform back on, putting the peasant dress in her horse pocket, before the race to the room begins.

  Upon returning to the chateau's grounds, Nurcan seems to be racing against the clock, hoping to make it back to her room before the curfew bell tolls. With each step, she gets closer to the bell that could spell trouble for her if she doesn't come back in time.

  But at every step, her breathing becomes increasingly uncomfortable as she keeps running towards her room, with a Geminio'd cahier de doléances in tow.

  Just as she arrives in her room, the curfew bell rings, signaling the time when she needs to be in her room. I made it in the nick of time! a short-of-breath Nurcan sighs.

  "Regardez ce que j'ai fait!" (Look what I did!) Nurcan tells them in a hoarse voice, showing them her Geminio'd copy of Visigny's cahier de doléances.