Erratum

This morning over breakfast Narcissa pointed out that I misremembered which 'Alice' had been Amanda's tormentor at Hogwarts. Alice Cadwallader was two years ahead of Amanda, and while she did make a nuisance of herself, it was more in the way of trying to ingratiate herself; Alice Prewett was the shirty Hufflepuff with the temerity to berate Amanda for refusing to consort with blood-traitors.

Of course, Narcissa is much better at keeping track of these things than I, since she was still at school during Amanda's second year, and since she has an impeccable memory for social interaction. Despite all the excitement and ... consternation over Regulus's return, she is still able to recall instantly the details of nearly twenty years ago.

I confess I have been somewhat harangued of late, what with the Quibbler and seeing that Regulus is back and ... mostly ... whole, but I marvel at Narcissa's ability to keep it all straight and still keep a level head about her. Paracelsus knows, I can scarce be bothered to remember the names of all the Wizengamot, much less some snippy blood-traitor whom Amanda used as a lesson in standing up for herself.

After breakfast, Narcissa and I went round to Grimmauld Place again, to ensure that he is comfortably installed - as comfortably as possible, of course - and that Walburga is back on the mend as well.

Regulus's arm appears to be healing well. I still wonder that he did not come to Our Lord immediately, and as he now sees, his rashness in delaying has had permanent consequences. But certainly, it could have been far worse.

He is lucky Our Lord so acutely desired him back among His loyal circle.