A short break

[alt_lucius]

Our rainy day is progressing well enough, if one can set aside our youngest member's fussing. Not surprisingly, Bella won the last round of Hexagonal - though there was a dead heat among three of us for at least thirty minutes prior to two repetitions in quick succession to give her the win. Quite impressed with how quickly Draco has absorbed his new textbooks and the suggested lists of spells at the back. Harry held his own for a good portion of the game as well.

Barty, we've decided to take tea - and Razzer, Rodolphus and I have decided to take something more medicinal to keep off the chill, if you're interested. (Have no fear of the toddler: Bella grew impatient and summoned the child's nurse to take him next door for a lie-down over an hour ago.)


Minerva, Horace, I can only surmise that you received a copy of the same request Peakes and I did. I shall leave it to you to answer. Crispin, you might check with Peakes' clerk to make sure his office is sending the response - if not, you'll need to send Form 3A to Ginevra Weasley. I believe the family are causing mayhem at Stornoway currently but given the exchange we've all just seen, they may return home sooner than scheduled.


We've been invited to the Moot Hall to-morrow evening for a small reception and, we're told, a local traditional dance. Suspect the boys would rather decline, though Narcissa seems interested and Hydra has already asked if she might wear some of the robes her Aunt helped her pick out over the summer, before they must be packed away in favour of school uniforms. Much depends on the weather, I think, and whether we all feel the need to escape the confines of the cottages by to-morrow.

Comments

[alt_crouch_jr]

I could use something medicinal after all the drooling.

I'm sure some find him darling, but I can think of several things I'd rather dandle on a knee. Nose-grabbing toddlers rank somewhere below Runespoors and Jarveys.

[alt_lucius]

Better you than me.

[alt_narcissa]

It's different when it's your own, I assure you.

Still, I rather wish we'd had a camera. I've asked Rodolphus if we might make a pensieve entry once we're back to London.

I expect your mother would be quite amused by the sight of Rigel turning himself almost upside-down to climb across your shoulders. There's something appealing about a man with a young child, provided he doesn't look as if all the guards in Azkaban and half the MLE were about to attack all at once.

[alt_crouch_jr]

Oh, laugh away. Do.

I admit I'm out of my element with people smaller than a pumpkin. But the horror is waning with the passage of time--and a bit of medicinal intervention.

[alt_rabastan]

But why does babby

But why does the baby hate me?

[alt_narcissa]

Possibly because Rigel already perceives the threat you represent with the ladies.

[alt_rabastan]

...He's an infant!

[alt_narcissa]

And apparently a perceptive one.

[alt_lucius]

Or a perverse one.

[alt_crouch_jr]

And what exactly are you saying about me?

[alt_narcissa]

I? Why nothing, Barty. It's Rigel's opinion that has you worried.

[alt_mcgonagall]

Yes, I did indeed receive the same message, I believe. Of course, I shall send her the usual reply.

[alt_horace]

As shall I.