I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good - Private Message to Justin

[alt_hydra]

Hallo,

So - perhaps now you might tell me more about what you and Ron got up to today? I enjoy watching the impromptu quidditch matches, but it doesn't leave enough time for talking, or other things. Also, I end up with a sore bum from sitting for so long.

Daddy's just left me in my room for the night. He brought up hot cocoa and biccies and spoke to me as if I were still eight or nine. The biccies were nice, at least. Oh, and he asked about you, but I made him stop. I hope.

From,
Hydra

Comments

[alt_justin]

Also, I miss you. Would it seem too coincidental if you spent part of the 12th Night celebrations with the Jugsons?

-J

[alt_hydra]

At their house? Overnight, you mean?

From,
Hydra

[alt_justin]

No, I meant walking round the faire with us but if you could stay the night here and go to the station with us next day, that would be even better.

I say, love, if you wished to dispel the fear that you're a mind-reader, you're doing a bally well good job of it.

-J

[alt_hydra]

Heh!

Well, I can read my own mind well enough, can't I?

And yes, I think I should be able to walk around the faire with you, certainly.

From,
Hydra