Private message to Barty
Dec. 27th, 2014 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_antoninAn entire ballroom full of far too many concerned parents who wish to have a word about what's been going on at Hogwarts; just what I wanted to do on a Saturday night. Allow me a moment to look stern and serious whilst I write very important things in my journal in the hopes it will scare some of them off. (Miss Parkinson, bless her, has rescued me once, but a second would certainly look awkward.)
How are you feeling? You looked so much better than you have when I left; it was worth every inch of the trouble I had to take to get the ingredients for that potion. Are you still continuing to improve? You'll need every inch of your strength tomorrow. If you need me to come home for any reason, simply say the word. Otherwise I will likely be another hour or two, but I will bring home all the gossip.
Miss Greengrass is wearing the gloves you sent her, and looking quite fetching in them. I haven't asked -- do you wish me to discourage her attentions at all, or are you enjoying them?
How are you feeling? You looked so much better than you have when I left; it was worth every inch of the trouble I had to take to get the ingredients for that potion. Are you still continuing to improve? You'll need every inch of your strength tomorrow. If you need me to come home for any reason, simply say the word. Otherwise I will likely be another hour or two, but I will bring home all the gossip.
Miss Greengrass is wearing the gloves you sent her, and looking quite fetching in them. I haven't asked -- do you wish me to discourage her attentions at all, or are you enjoying them?
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Date: 2014-12-28 05:35 am (UTC)N O T S O M U C H I E N V Y Y O U
B E I N G T H E R E.
N O N E E D F O R C O N C E R N RE G L O V E S .
I D L E A M U S E M E N T. T H Ts A L L.
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Date: 2014-12-28 05:42 am (UTC)And no, you shouldn't envy me. Although it might have amused you to be here; there have been just enough hiccups in the smooth running of things to make me suspect some behind-the-scenes trouble. I am enjoying myself trying to spot the difficulties being papered over. (One must make one's own fun.) And two of the security team have just escorted Cal out, after he (deliberately) dumped a drink on Thalia Powell -- I wasn't close enough to hear the cause of conflict, but Cal's been crawling into a glass all night. (Missing Raz, I suppose. Well, I am too.)
Things are winding up, at least. I doubt I'll be much longer. Oh, and I picked you up a present at the auction, since you weren't here to bid in your own right.