Private Message Regarding Prefect Business to Cedric Diggory

[alt_linus]

There was a bit of an incident I should tell you about, but all trouble has, I believe, been averted. Earlier I caught some of the fellows -- well, it was Warrington and Nott and Inglebee, but I believe Pucey was somewhere nearby -- teasing some of the Magical Creatures. Taking various helpful advice to heart, I spoke frankly with them man-to-man, pointing out that Madam Umbridge is very busy and is assuredly in no mood to be lenient with mischief, and stating confidently that I was certain their good sense would keep them from anything ill-advised for which a Prefect would be obliged to report them.

Thank you for your encouraging words on proper Prefecting. I do appreciate it, and I think you'd have approved of how I handled things tonight.

Comments

[alt_linus]

Judging by who has purple heads today, I infer that Pucey, Montague, Warrington, Inglebee, Higgs and Nott were busy in the night-time. It was undoubtedly Inglebee who gathered up all my revisions (and my satchel, which I also miss profoundly, as it was a gift from my Father) and pitched them out the window of Ravenclaw Tower into the waiting hands of his Slytherin comrades. As their magic is still bound, they had to make do with merely physical means of destruction.

Hm. Had they been able to do it magically, I should not have known upon whom blame should rest. The effect is triggered by touch, the way I cast it.

In any case, yes, five years' worth of notes are now scraps and ashes. There isn't enough to conjure back into a whole text of anything, even if I knew those spells and even if Professor Dolohov were awake to give me permission. Ergo, the asking.

[alt_cedric]

That's monstrous. Come talk to me today and we'll talk about options.