Private Message to Finnigan, Brown and Bones

[alt_lana]

One of you take Weasley to the Hospital Wing. Now.

I'll call the elves to clean.

Ugh. Honestly!

Comments

[alt_seamus]

I'm in the Great Hall at the moment, ma'am.

[alt_lana]

You're Council. Are they holding you there?

[alt_lana]

Nevermind.

Honestly.

[alt_seamus]

They seem to think we're needed. Sorry it inconveniences you.

[alt_lavender]

I'm rather...er...confined at the moment as well.

[alt_lana]

Oh, honestly.

It's no holiday up here, either.

Be grateful you're not stuck up this draughty tower with dozens of whingeing, weeping children sicking up at the least opportunity, and half the Prefects gone.

[alt_lavender]

I'd be willing to change places if you'd like a change of scene.