"Bravo Nurcan!" Isabella shouts, upon seeing the Geminio'd cahier de doléances, but doesn't read it.

  Nurcan then explains to her roommates how the Muggle women attending the final session basically wanted to live like witches, at least from a societal standpoint.

  But when Nurcan starts talking about the gender-balanced grievances in the cahier, Alejandra interrupts her when she talks about the nobility and clergy's fiscal privileges:

  "Je veux pas t'entendre parler d'imp?ts et de privilèges!" (I don't want to listen to you talking about taxes and privileges!) Alejandra shouts in Nurcan's direction.

  "C'est vrai... ce sont des sujets qui sont très lourds!" (That's true... these are very heavy topics!) Nurcan sighs, realizing the potential for the Estates-General to exceed their mandate.

  While Alejandra is eyeing the Geminio'd cahier, Nurcan stops talking about the injustice of Muggle taxation. Especially the gabelle.

  Tomorrow, I will send the cahier to the Bab-I Humayun without fail, so I can finally show the Sultan that I was worth sending away. It was gnawing me for so long that it wasn't even funny. I hope that I can actually manage the assignments given tomorrow, though, Nurcan ruminates before going to bed.

  Weighed down by the realizations her and her roommates did for what little they even heard about Muggles clamoring for reforms, their sleep appear to be a little troubled, albeit not to the same degree for everyone.

  But during the morning break, Nurcan goes straight to the library and starts writing a document in Turkic she titles Irad-I Cedid, or New Treasury, which is based on the tax reform plan as outlined under the cahier. However, the scope would be for Ottoman Muggle taxation instead of French.

  Which means the taxes levied under the Irad-I Cedid would be more uniform from an eyalet to another, as well as irrespective of faith, and social classes, unlike the current muafiyets (tax exemptions) which are granted piecemeal. And sometimes too readily, so to her, some of these must be repealed.

  The main source of revenue would be hitherto untaxed income streams, and, of course, taxed progressively, too.

  And yet, she could foresee that one of the core snags to centralized administration is, well, the vastness of the Empire. If holding Estates-General in France is any indication, try getting delegates from Algiers, Habesh or Basra Eyalets to Topkapi Palace: it would be a nightmare.

  But this is as far as she could get until the bell for the first period rings: there was very little information about what made the Irad-I Cedid taxes progressive, and how progressive; the only thing she believed would make the pill easier to swallow for the public is the rich getting taxed at higher rates.

  On her way to Arithmancy, she meets with Emmanuelle to ask her a quick question, based on the cahier:

  "C'est peut-être une question stupide, mais jusqu'où la fiscalité sorcière diffère de la fiscalité moldue?" (Maybe it's a stupid question, but to what extent does wizarding taxation differ from Muggle taxation?)

  "Les taxes sorcières fran?aises sont à deux volets: les taxes sur les profits d'affaires ainsi que les taxes de vente!" (Wizarding French taxes are twofold: profit taxes and sales taxes!) Emmanuelle explains to her, while she instead goes to her Herbology class.

  Muggle and wizarding governments might cooperate in some respects, but never on financial matters. But I think it's a good idea for me to keep quiet about how I feel about the Estates-General and how wide-ranging the reforms requested might be. Damn it, there seems to be no one here willing to discuss these forsaken Estates-General here! Nurcan's mood seems noticeably down as the implications of the grievances expressed in the cahier appear to weigh down on her mind. And not only on the Estates-General, but also on French Muggle society at large. She can't help but think of how it would affect their relations with wizards.

  At the same time, at the end of classes, she goes to the library to complete what she began early in the morning: more details on the rates of the Irad-I Cedid, and how to supplement it with the sale of intestate and convicted timar-holders, along with the sale of other assets seized from criminals.

  But, at the end of the document's writing, she leaves the library with both the blueprint for the Irad-I Cedid and the Geminio'd cahier.

  For some reason, the Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions has the authority to issue permission slips to temporarily leave campus after school on weekdays. So when Nurcan arrives at Griet's office, after knocking on its door:

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  "Entrez!" (Come in!) Griet instructs her.

  "J'aimerais avoir une permission de quitter le campus pour régler une complication d'échange avec le ministère ottoman de la Magie, s'il vous pla?t!" (I'd like a permission slip to leave campus to resolve an exchange complication with the Ottoman Ministry of Magic, please!) Nurcan is then handed a form with a few blank spaces, while trying to find a motive that she could deem acceptable to leave campus for a bit.

  The spaces for Nurcan include the student's name, another with the motive for leaving campus, and another still for the time of issuance, as well as how long it's going to take. And, of course, her signature after the terms and conditions.

  "Et voilà, mademoiselle Topkara..." (There you go, Ms. Topkara...) Griet tells her, in an Austrian Dutch accent, while handing over the signed permission slip.

  With that said, she brings the Irad-I Cedid and the Geminio'd cahier with her and goes to Instrumentum's to use its fireplace to get to Sihirli Mahalle in Constantinople.

  With these documents in tow, Nurcan faces the potential for nausea once again, as she uses one of her allotted scoops of Floo powder to return to Constantinople for a few hours.

  The main reason why I went through all the trouble of asking for a permission slip is because of the documents I have in tow: even though Austria has no interest in wizarding affairs, I didn't want these things to fall into Russian hands, and postal owls would carry that risk! Especially when postal owls' routes might not necessarily be the safest! On top of that, Austria would probably use Muggle spies to get their hands on cahiers, rather than wizards! I didn't want to buy an owl just for that one shipment... and yet, no one would suspect a teenage witch for leaking cahiers to foreign powers! Nurcan's inner monologue kicks in as the Floo powder takes effect in Instrumentum's fireplace.

  Once the fireplace's flame goes green:

  "Sihirli Mahalle!" she shouts as she steps into the green flame.

  Back in Constantinople, she dashes for the Bab-I Humayun, asking for the Muggle Liaison Office, believing that they are the best to deal with the Muggle government, and the potential for French Muggles clamoring for reform to carry consequences as far away from France as the Ottoman Empire.

  And yet, Nurcan finds the Muggle Liaison Office closed, and empty, so perhaps the international education office might be her next best bet, since she previously dealt with it. She knocks on its door:

  "Nurcan, come in!" Saleh tells her.

  "The Muggle Liaison Office is closed, but I bring here two documents that I feel could be of interest to the Muggle authorities!" Nurcan puts both documents on the desk. "It seems like a crisis is brewing among French Muggles, and the first document is, while in French, a list of the core grievances the Muggle population expresses towards the royal government..."

  "Irad-I Cedid?" Saleh gasps. "What's that second document about?"

  "I feel like the Sublime Porte's treasury has been mismanaged, so it's a plan for tax reform!"

  That was... unexpected. A Muggle-born teenage witch drafting a plan for tax reform, when it's only her parents who pay taxes? The other 12 seem preoccupied by wizarding concerns, such as herbology, magizoology, wand-work, Saleh is left wondering about how she differs from the other 12 the Sublime Porte sent on exchange. When we last met, Nurcan was just some insecure witch. But this was the confirmation that Nurcan was worth sending.

  "I would love to discuss the long-term implications of Muggle civil unrest in France for the Empire, or those of the Irad-I Cedid, but I have to go back..."

  "So soon?"

  "I would just love to bring a copy of the Irad-I Cedid with me... please?" Nurcan pleads with Saleh.

  "Geminio!" Saleh casts a spell on the Irad-I Cedid.

  With her own copy of the Irad-I Cedid plan, she leaves the Ministry's offices, going back to the city's Floo Network station to return to Instrumentum's, using another scoop of Floo powder. Of which she's now down to 2 scoops.

  Upon return, Instrumentum's innkeeper asks her about where she went, not having had the opportunity to ask her before she vanished in green flames.

  "Sihirli Mahalle?" the innkeeper asks her. "C'est où?" (Where is it?)

  "C'est le quartier sorcier de Constantinople, un peu comme la Place Cachée de Paris!" (It's the wizarding quarter of Constantinople, a bit like Place Cachée in Paris!)

  Nurcan explains to the innkeeper where Constantinople is, where it sits within the Ottoman Empire, and how it was its capital. Lots of wizards might at best know their local surroundings, and maybe the nearest major city to them. The same holds of Muggles. So I knew this was going to happen at some point...

  But, once again, the innkeeper, while familiar with Western European wizarding geography, had some questions about the Middle Eastern wizarding world. She answers some of these, but the permission slip's deadline is fast approaching, so, as she did the previous day, she dashes for her room.

  Upon return to her room, her roommates ask her about where she went, while they are in the middle of their assignments for the day:

  "Où es-tu passée?" (Where did you go?) Isabella asks her.

  "Aller déposer le cahier de doléances?" (Turning in the cahier de doléances?) Nurcan's tone of voice seems to imply insecurity, even though it was the cold, hard truth.

  "Cahier de doléances, cahier de doléances!" Alejandra starts yelling at Nurcan. "Je suis ulcérée des cahiers de doléances!" (I'm fed up with cahiers de doléances!)

  "Mais pourquoi?" (But why?)

  "Demande-toi pourquoi je suis aussi mauvaise en histoire de la magie!" (Ask yourself why I struggle so much in History of Magic!) Alejandra then reads the assignment question.

  "Tu es plus pratico-pratique..." (You're more practical...)

  I feel forced to lean on Nurcan on History of Magic assignments, otherwise I might not even get the "Acceptable" I currently have in it! Alejandra and the other three start working together on the International Warlock Convention of 1289, with its best-known decision being the outlawing of Basilisk breeding, on the recommendation of a Sardinian-led subcommittee of the Medieval Assembly of European Wizards.