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May. 1st, 2009 09:58 pmThe New London celebrations were, in a word, flawless.
Not a whisper of disturbance, I'm quite glad to report (and told Dolores it would not be a problem, with so many Ministry officers there). Miss Robins' preparations paid off in abundance, and apart from a minor bobble over the convocation (old Peakes really is far too doddering for public speaking anymore!), the festivities hit just the right note. The populace enjoyed the performances, I think, and listened with interest to the remarks. Most importantly, Our Lord was particularly pleased. I don't doubt that the young soloist in the chorale shall not soon forget being gifted with one of His rare smiles! Narcissa commented that if the child does not go to sing with Athena's coaches it will be a loss for her - and the nation. I trust the wireless coverage was adequate; there were certainly enough reporters and photographers to fill the newspapers with articles for at least a week. Even Lovegood turned up - and Skeeter, more's the pity.
It was also rather lucky that the weather was partly cloudy; it should have been a little too exposed on the dais for unbroken sunshine. As it was the breaks were just far enough apart to offer a little warmth without being too bright. The mudbloods Purity Control arranged for attendants worked out well, I must say. It was useful to hand off cloaks and be able to take them up again when desired. Very glad Narcissa brought her fur, as she grew a little shivery partway during the presentations.
Two major revelations to-day, as well: Miss Robins introduced us to her parents, and Crispin to his young lady-friend, Elaine Kirke. (Mrs Robins quite embarrassed me with a small tin of crystallised ginger as a token of appreciation 'for the encouragement' I've given her daughter this year.) As for Miss Kirke, she was a little tongue-tied at first, but Narcissa told me later that she was much more relaxed at the ball this evening. Crispin him-self seemed a touch nervous, presumably anxious for my approval of his choice of escort. On the contrary, there is nothing at all objectionable about Miss Kirke that I could tell. The Kirkes are not well off, as far as I know, but they have relatively few questionable relations and it would be altogether a suitable match, should it come to that.
Home now, though very tired. (Incidentally, Draco, saw your posts regarding Ned and since I saw Charles at the ball, I mentioned it. He has news for you which I shall include in your Owl to-morrow.)
Not a whisper of disturbance, I'm quite glad to report (and told Dolores it would not be a problem, with so many Ministry officers there). Miss Robins' preparations paid off in abundance, and apart from a minor bobble over the convocation (old Peakes really is far too doddering for public speaking anymore!), the festivities hit just the right note. The populace enjoyed the performances, I think, and listened with interest to the remarks. Most importantly, Our Lord was particularly pleased. I don't doubt that the young soloist in the chorale shall not soon forget being gifted with one of His rare smiles! Narcissa commented that if the child does not go to sing with Athena's coaches it will be a loss for her - and the nation. I trust the wireless coverage was adequate; there were certainly enough reporters and photographers to fill the newspapers with articles for at least a week. Even Lovegood turned up - and Skeeter, more's the pity.
It was also rather lucky that the weather was partly cloudy; it should have been a little too exposed on the dais for unbroken sunshine. As it was the breaks were just far enough apart to offer a little warmth without being too bright. The mudbloods Purity Control arranged for attendants worked out well, I must say. It was useful to hand off cloaks and be able to take them up again when desired. Very glad Narcissa brought her fur, as she grew a little shivery partway during the presentations.
Two major revelations to-day, as well: Miss Robins introduced us to her parents, and Crispin to his young lady-friend, Elaine Kirke. (Mrs Robins quite embarrassed me with a small tin of crystallised ginger as a token of appreciation 'for the encouragement' I've given her daughter this year.) As for Miss Kirke, she was a little tongue-tied at first, but Narcissa told me later that she was much more relaxed at the ball this evening. Crispin him-self seemed a touch nervous, presumably anxious for my approval of his choice of escort. On the contrary, there is nothing at all objectionable about Miss Kirke that I could tell. The Kirkes are not well off, as far as I know, but they have relatively few questionable relations and it would be altogether a suitable match, should it come to that.
Home now, though very tired. (Incidentally, Draco, saw your posts regarding Ned and since I saw Charles at the ball, I mentioned it. He has news for you which I shall include in your Owl to-morrow.)