Private Message to Cedric

[alt_linus]

I hope your recuperation proceeds apace, and that you have everything you need to keep you well-occupied and moving forward.

You'd find the Castle a bit odd today, I believe. It's very probably some combination of the end of exams for the years that had them, the end of term for those leaving and career discussions for those of us who had those. As to the latter, mine went rather well -- Professors Siz, Vector and Babbling had suggestions and commentary which were in accord with and in support of my hopes and, indeed, most of my current plans for coursework. Certain others among the ranks of fifth years seemed considerably more distracted by their interviews today, and a few were almost shaken. You'd think considering their future paths was an entirely new idea to some of them, the way they wandered about in a haze of contemplation, though perhaps it was merely that OWLs had taken up every scrap of their focus and powers. Half the Slytherin table were giving each other dazed looks at dinner. Lovegood also looked a million miles away, but then she does tend to inhabit that expression on a regular basis, so perhaps it does not signify.

In any case, we miss you, and we are thinking of you, and I am certain I speak for all of us here when I tender you our best regards and wishes.

I may have more time to write you than expected these next few weeks, as I am rather in the doghouse with Miss Brown, and therefore I shall be reassigning the time I set aside to write her poetry and other amusements to epistolary endeavours with a higher likelihood of being received by something other than an Incendio.

Comments

[alt_cedric]

This would half have been the seventh time I'd have scene seen everyone looking like that. I am sorry to miss the Feast, but it is easy enough to keep in touch in our whirled.

I have no relationship advice four when you've busted the play as badly as it sounds like you have. Mine seem to either flame out or sputter and dye at that point. You're a fine, intelligent lad. You'll find someone else whose who's a good match for you.

If you have the time this summer, you are welcome to stop buy. Just send word first, I have many appointments with the healers and wouldn't want to miss you.

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[alt_linus]

Thank you for the invitation. It would be very fine to be able to see you and catch up on news, and I will certainly send word before I come, so as not to cross wands with your therapeutic duties and schedule.

As to Miss Brown, I have been thinking that perhaps an abject apology might be the correct action at this point. While as you know I did not actually dance with any of the young ladies in question at the reception, Lav still thinks that I did, and her feelings of unhappiness are based on an illusion I cannot dispell without breaking faith with you. (I don't know exactly what wedding surprise that lot were pulling, when they needed distraction, but I hope it came off splendidly. Professors Siz and Raz seemed reasonably pleased the whole time and since, so I am assuming it did. I just hadn't expected that there would be a bit of side-along damage, so to speak, and certainly not to myself. But ah, well, weddings are a time to make merry, and if it was in a good cause, I am on broom, as it were.) In any case, in order to continue to uphold my part in the endeavour, I should conduct myself as any swain does who has somehow enraged his ladylove, and I am given to understand that the thing to do in such cases is to apologise and to fling oneself onto the sward that one's lady might stomp one until she is properly satisfied. (Although I think perhaps Ptolemy might have been pulling my leg a bit on that one, particularly with the addendum "Especially if you have done nothing actually wrong." Karo is a fine sister, but she does have her trying qualities.)

However, I do think it was ill-considered of me to imply that, er, witches' health matters were perhaps overbalancing her usually serene temperament. That did make things quite a bit worse, I own.

Right. We'll see what apologising does. And meanwhile, are there any books I might send you, to brighten your moments? I do have a few that are self-reading, from when I had that horrid illiteratus curse from Madam Pinkness, but I don't think you are likely to be diverted by works on speculative Arithmancy.