Private Message to Miss Lavender Brown

As promised, here is a description of Professor Siz' wedding dress. (I do so wish you could have attended, but alas. Though there are a few open chairs here and there, and one would think they could have squeezed you in with no trouble. Apparently a few people tendered regrets at the last moment.)

Well, it's white, and it sort of falls in swoops. I mean, it is basically columnar, except there are architectural details that involve quite lovely and graceful arithmantical curves from certain points of the dress. (I've been distracted several times wondering if one could work backward from the plotting to the equations, in fact.) She has no veil at all, neither short nor long, but instead is wearing a wreath of small stars. (Well, one could hardly have big stars, but you know what I mean.) And the dress is more swoopy in the back than in the front, but it isn't one of those big wedding dresses. It's rather the opposite of Karo's, in many ways. Karo looked like a triumphant princess. Professor Siz looks... like herself, only more so. Professor Raz is wearing extremely correct and elegant dress robes, ascot and all, and looks quite the thing.

A most splendid celebration of a happy event

Really, I must say that the gathering here is as glittering as the stars in Professor Siz' crown. The attendees do honour to our two Professors.

Lav, I hope you don't mind, but I may just ask Miss Parkinson for a twirl on the dance floor when she returns from getting a glass of punch. Strictly a friendly dance, of course, but the music seems too utterly enchanting to resist.

Cedric, have you seen the splendid Quidditch stadium that's charmed to reply some of Professor Raz' games? Harry just remarked upon it, and I must say I agree with him totally that it's absolutely wiz-nift.