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Private Message to Sarah Yaxley
Dec. 27th, 2014 04:42 pmI think we're nearly ready for tomorrow. Ned will be with the Council, I'll be in the Hogwarts contingent, of course, as Head of Gryffindor. (I know, I know.)
You must be regretting that you allowed yourself to be drawn onto that schools supervisory. Surely that doesn't mean you'll have to march along with platoons of children and their dreary teachers? (Can you believe what a bore Johns has turned out? She was at Melton's yesterday, paying an installment on something or other, and we'd scarcely anything to say to one another. She's not wearing a ring any longer, so that grocer she was seeing must have dropped her.)
Speaking of which... yours is gorgeous! Ned says the stone was in Fleischer's family? Nice! Who did the setting for you?
I'll have to show you the sparkles I got for Christmas--when we go to the powder room. Not for public view, if you take my meaning, and charmed for... well.
Anyway, we'll see you at Ganymede's. We're dining first at Monteith, and a good thing we got the table reserved early. Did you hear? There's a bit of a catering crisis tonight for the gala--Orion said he got a call yesterday from Philippa Spinx, wanting to know if Harrods couldn't supply game for tonight. As if he could conjure hundreds of pounds of venison, coney, and pheasant out of thin air. It's what they get for relying on the Savoy, of course, and Orion had to tell her that all his best fare's committed for Our Lord's feast tomorrow. Still, I think he was able to help her with a fish course and some sweets, but she was scrambling for a new menu. You weren't planning on eating there, were you?
If you get to GB's first, wait for us; we can put in a reasonable appearance there, and then take a carriage together to Horse Guards.
See you in a bit!
You must be regretting that you allowed yourself to be drawn onto that schools supervisory. Surely that doesn't mean you'll have to march along with platoons of children and their dreary teachers? (Can you believe what a bore Johns has turned out? She was at Melton's yesterday, paying an installment on something or other, and we'd scarcely anything to say to one another. She's not wearing a ring any longer, so that grocer she was seeing must have dropped her.)
Speaking of which... yours is gorgeous! Ned says the stone was in Fleischer's family? Nice! Who did the setting for you?
I'll have to show you the sparkles I got for Christmas--when we go to the powder room. Not for public view, if you take my meaning, and charmed for... well.
Anyway, we'll see you at Ganymede's. We're dining first at Monteith, and a good thing we got the table reserved early. Did you hear? There's a bit of a catering crisis tonight for the gala--Orion said he got a call yesterday from Philippa Spinx, wanting to know if Harrods couldn't supply game for tonight. As if he could conjure hundreds of pounds of venison, coney, and pheasant out of thin air. It's what they get for relying on the Savoy, of course, and Orion had to tell her that all his best fare's committed for Our Lord's feast tomorrow. Still, I think he was able to help her with a fish course and some sweets, but she was scrambling for a new menu. You weren't planning on eating there, were you?
If you get to GB's first, wait for us; we can put in a reasonable appearance there, and then take a carriage together to Horse Guards.
See you in a bit!
