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alt_lanaMama,
I received word from the Headmistress that you and Papa wished to arrange a firechat. I think that as things stand currently, it would be poor form for the Head Girl to take advantage of her position to speak privately with her parents when that method has been deemed a risk and has been reserved for true emergencies.
I do appreciate your wish to speak with me about the necessity of postponing our plans for my debut party. I know that you and Papa are as disappointed as I am, but it can't be helped. Even if it were suddenly announced that we could go home for hols, it would be impossible to go ahead on such short notice. We'll simply have to choose another date. Perhaps in August on or near my birthday?
Please don't fret, Mama. I'm not pining over the disappointment. I promise.
Orion has asked that I tell you how much he is enjoying his work with Professor Babbling's Future Interrogators group. I believe it has confirmed his sense of vocation; it has seemed to me that he has grown very much more focused this year. He has also grown! Mama, you would scarcely recognise him, he's got so tall and filled out so much. It's fortunate that his robes were so much more generously cut than most: the elves have been able to let out his seams and charm the hems so he still looks as sharp as ever. The situation is far different for a great many of the pupils here: we've had to arrange a clothing exchange so that those who have outgrown their robes during this quarantine can obtain properly fitting clothing.
Honoria's robes are another story altogether. It will not surprise you to learn that they are on the point of falling apart despite the craftsmanship with which they were designed and made. And she mayn't even plead that she has grown; I don't believe she has done--unless one considers her hair, which she seems to have given over entirely as a nest for rats or doxies. I've done my best to urge her towards better hygiene, but our last conversation ended with her telling me, quite bold-facedly, that she intends to enter a Medusa Lookalike's contest this summer. Honestly, Mama, she's as bad as ever she was.
I did obtain her promise to join Orion and me tomorrow morning to say the rites of spring. (And I've asked her Prefect to be sure she is awake and on her way to meet us in good time. It would be so much simpler if she were in our House, but as she is not, I have been forced to rely on others to help with her.) We will add special petitions for her cleanliness of mind and person to those we will say for the purification and renewal of all things. We will, of course, remember you and Papa in our petitions. We all wish we could see you soon, and all of us send our love.
Your affectionate daughter,
Lana
I received word from the Headmistress that you and Papa wished to arrange a firechat. I think that as things stand currently, it would be poor form for the Head Girl to take advantage of her position to speak privately with her parents when that method has been deemed a risk and has been reserved for true emergencies.
I do appreciate your wish to speak with me about the necessity of postponing our plans for my debut party. I know that you and Papa are as disappointed as I am, but it can't be helped. Even if it were suddenly announced that we could go home for hols, it would be impossible to go ahead on such short notice. We'll simply have to choose another date. Perhaps in August on or near my birthday?
Please don't fret, Mama. I'm not pining over the disappointment. I promise.
Orion has asked that I tell you how much he is enjoying his work with Professor Babbling's Future Interrogators group. I believe it has confirmed his sense of vocation; it has seemed to me that he has grown very much more focused this year. He has also grown! Mama, you would scarcely recognise him, he's got so tall and filled out so much. It's fortunate that his robes were so much more generously cut than most: the elves have been able to let out his seams and charm the hems so he still looks as sharp as ever. The situation is far different for a great many of the pupils here: we've had to arrange a clothing exchange so that those who have outgrown their robes during this quarantine can obtain properly fitting clothing.
Honoria's robes are another story altogether. It will not surprise you to learn that they are on the point of falling apart despite the craftsmanship with which they were designed and made. And she mayn't even plead that she has grown; I don't believe she has done--unless one considers her hair, which she seems to have given over entirely as a nest for rats or doxies. I've done my best to urge her towards better hygiene, but our last conversation ended with her telling me, quite bold-facedly, that she intends to enter a Medusa Lookalike's contest this summer. Honestly, Mama, she's as bad as ever she was.
I did obtain her promise to join Orion and me tomorrow morning to say the rites of spring. (And I've asked her Prefect to be sure she is awake and on her way to meet us in good time. It would be so much simpler if she were in our House, but as she is not, I have been forced to rely on others to help with her.) We will add special petitions for her cleanliness of mind and person to those we will say for the purification and renewal of all things. We will, of course, remember you and Papa in our petitions. We all wish we could see you soon, and all of us send our love.
Your affectionate daughter,
Lana
