Letters and Lists

[alt_lucius]

Crispin helpfully compared Madam Pomfrey's list of requests against the current list of imports that are embargoed. Have identified several items for which the restrictions may be lifted; forwarded to MacMillan for his consideration. Also sent the list to the Folkestone clearing house with my notes. Of the remaining items, several are permitted, but dear at purse. Crispin has set meetings with a number of hand-picked parents and alumni who may be prevailed upon to defray the costs to the school.

At least two of her requests are impossible to grant.


Meanwhile, Miss Parkinson sent along her mother's attempt at detective work. I have no idea what she thinks she is about. The letter is dated the same night as our discussion, so one may hope that she has reconsidered her tirade by now. I shall set her letter aside for the moment and attribute it to her over-emotional state that evening.


Also had a letter from Stephen Rosier. I quite agree, of course, but the central problem is unchanged since ... well, since approximately 1870. Nonetheless, it does confirm that the new textbooks are sorely needed, even if nothing else can be done. Gave it to Crispin to add to my file for the Governors' meeting.

Comments

[alt_pansy]

Why is she doing detective work? I mean, she's known you longer than I. And why should she care what we do when we're together?

[alt_lucius]

Perhaps you ought to write back to your mother and ask her just that.

There is, of course, something to be said for a mother's natural concern for her daughter's well-being. However admirable as that motive would be, I somehow doubt it encompasses the whole of her aim.

[alt_pansy]

I did owl her. No reply as of yet. And why would she suddenly care about my well-being? This is just strange, even by Mum Strangeness Standards.

[alt_lucius]

Miss Parkinson, that's hardly appropriate; I am sure your mother cares, in her way.

She is just a little addled about how to best protect you from the dangers of the world, imagining enemies out of friends. It is tiresome.

I am waiting for her to becalm herself before ascertaining her true mind. With luck, she will abandon this ridiculousness before pursuing it any further. She will realise that her assumptions and accusations are nothing more than imagination.

[alt_pansy]

Well, Mr Malfoy, Mum hasn't shown much interest in me. She didn't even send me anything at Christmas or my birthday. So if she cares I can't tell.

I just pretend to myself I'm an orphan. It works well.

What is she accusing you of?