alt_antonin: (grumpy)
[personal profile] alt_antonin
Dearests,

After the week I have had, including putting my foot in it at least once and barely avoiding putting my foot in it several times over, I am afraid I must throw myself upon your collective mercies and beg for the extended bout of What The Bloody Hell I've Missed, including but not limited to the details of:

-- what the hell happened to Reg (Miss Padma Patil fed me a story that was more confused than not, with extensive backtracking the moment she realised Reg was one of mine, but from the impression I got, I believe I may have acquired a debt there);

-- a story I have half-heard of you dueling with Alecto, Lyoushka, and more specifics of her and Amycus's decline (as it is proving more relevant than I'd thought);

-- a rather garbled tale of your apparent death and resurrection, Barty, and who the hell would dare to strike against you (you can imagine the fierceness of my reaction when I heard; that is the sort of thing that should have prompted a message, for the record, dear one);

-- the true stories behind Warrington's and Travers' demise -- was not at all surprised to hear Warrington had displeased Our Lord (though must confess, was slightly shocked at the public nature) -- but Mal?

Realise this is undoubtedly opening a box of curses and could be best handled in person, rather than through journal -- Lyoushka, I believe you will be up the castle this week for a Governors' meeting? Would be most appreciative if I could claim a few hours of your time after. And Barty, I will be in New London this weekend, as I've mentioned, and would take it as a kindness if I could lay claim to your Saturday afternoon at very least.

Certain I could come up with some way to show my gratitude,
T

Date: 2012-09-23 01:02 am (UTC)
alt_crouch_jr: (Discomfitted)
From: [personal profile] alt_crouch_jr
Wish I could say the reports of my supposed death were whole-cloth fabrications of the scandal sheets, but the truth is rather muddier. Can only claim I was otherwise engaged when I ought to have been sending you reassurances.

It was thoughtless, Toshenka. I'm sorry.

Suppose I didn't realise you'd find it so affecting. Given that you know it false.

Will accept whatever reprimand you see fit to impose. When I see you.