alt_lana | Private Message to Ned Pennifold

Neds,

You're not still out of sorts are you?

You might just have said you couldn't go for supper with me, you know. I hardly see that it's my fault you were dressed down for being out when Mr Crouch arrived.

I wanted to ask, though: you didn't mention me to him did you? When you got back, I mean. Only it would be awkward is all. If he thought I were distracting you from work. Or you, me.

And it would be really unfair, as well, as we've been so very circumspect where work is concerned. Don't you agree?

Only. I hope he sees it that way.

And, well. He hasn't said anything, has he? About my asking if he'd consider me for the next intensive?

You would say, wouldn't you, if he had?

I know you think it's silly of me to be so concerned, but honestly, you would be, too, if it were your career on the line.

Got to run. But, oh. Saturday.

I'm meant to go to an estate sale now--with Mr Lestrange. He's looking for, well, certain items similar to ones that have come in as seized property. Interesting items, really, and we're having good success with them so far, but he wants to compare the ones we have to others that have not been tampered with. I really didn't feel I should say no, you see. I hope you don't mind. We could shift picnicking to supper or Sunday lunch. The ducks will still be there.

But I do have to go now. Ta!