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XI.
The gala was lovely, truly lovely: Orion and his crew helped with decorating the entries and reception halls and the ballrooms of the Tate, and they made a simply marvellous job of it. I've no idea where Johns and Kirke found so many fairies to light the steps and the walk from the waterside, but the view from our boat as we approached on the river was utterly breathtaking. And the way they massed to flank the Lord Protector when he arrived so that he appeared to be infused with fairy light as he made his entry? That was a stroke of genius.
The New London Philharmonic were in top form, and I've never heard them have a fuller sound than in the Tate's new hall. I have to agree with Mr Rosier's opinion that Melliflua Pym, the architect for the remodeling, is a true sorceress of the acoustic arts. I enjoyed strolling the galleries and antechambers where they'd situated small ensembles to complement the works on display. My favourites were Los Lobos D'Oro in the Travellers exhibit and the Wilton Consort who were tucked in amongst the sixteenth-century portraits, but then I've had a special fondness for that group ever since Mama hired them for our Midsummer's celebration the year I was thirteen.
I regret that I missed most of Celestina Warbeck's set, but that couldn't be helped. (Honestly, Higgs, if I'd known you would be such an infant about the fact that I was needed to assist Mrs Lestrange throughout the evening, I would never have allowed you to escort me. I've never seen anyone mope so conspicuously. I'd have thought you'd have cleared your cauldron telling me off over lunch today, but what you've written in your journal is unforgivable. Consider this my last word to you on this or any subject.)
I'm very pleased that I could be of use to the Aurors last evening. It was an honour to conduct those with whom the chief interrogator wished to confer. I was deeply impressed at the professionalism of all involved: they maintained order and decorum to such a degree that I believe few people were aware of the departures. The festive spirit of the evening never flagged, and I know Mama has every hope that when the final figures are tallied, they will have raised a substantial sum to further St Mungo's crucial work in Our Lord's realm.
The New London Philharmonic were in top form, and I've never heard them have a fuller sound than in the Tate's new hall. I have to agree with Mr Rosier's opinion that Melliflua Pym, the architect for the remodeling, is a true sorceress of the acoustic arts. I enjoyed strolling the galleries and antechambers where they'd situated small ensembles to complement the works on display. My favourites were Los Lobos D'Oro in the Travellers exhibit and the Wilton Consort who were tucked in amongst the sixteenth-century portraits, but then I've had a special fondness for that group ever since Mama hired them for our Midsummer's celebration the year I was thirteen.
I regret that I missed most of Celestina Warbeck's set, but that couldn't be helped. (Honestly, Higgs, if I'd known you would be such an infant about the fact that I was needed to assist Mrs Lestrange throughout the evening, I would never have allowed you to escort me. I've never seen anyone mope so conspicuously. I'd have thought you'd have cleared your cauldron telling me off over lunch today, but what you've written in your journal is unforgivable. Consider this my last word to you on this or any subject.)
I'm very pleased that I could be of use to the Aurors last evening. It was an honour to conduct those with whom the chief interrogator wished to confer. I was deeply impressed at the professionalism of all involved: they maintained order and decorum to such a degree that I believe few people were aware of the departures. The festive spirit of the evening never flagged, and I know Mama has every hope that when the final figures are tallied, they will have raised a substantial sum to further St Mungo's crucial work in Our Lord's realm.
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I could sort of tell you had a lot on your plate last night, I mean the way you seemed rather distracted. I thought
TheoHiggs was being sort of, well, understanding about the whole thing. We sort of... well, we talked a bit when you left him flat in front of the punch bowl. And he seemed really nice about it all. But after reading his journal today I can't blame you one little bit for telling him off! He's completely impossible!! I can't believe he called you a prim little shrew! It's ridiculous! And I told him so.And then Mum saw him giving me punch and she got all upset. It was dead embarrassing. I was fine! Only I should have known he was such a prat, really, from the way he was going on to Mum about being left to 'look after' me. Honestly, I never asked him to look after me and neither did you! He was talking to me, asking me all sorts of questions about you! I should have guessed he was going to turn round and insult you. It makes me so cross!
But anyway, it was a beautiful party, and it was so amazing. Even if I was ill all day today. Between this and Draco's party, this has been the niftest holiday ever!
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