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.
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on 2013-06-09 08:04 pm (UTC)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.