Tis the Season
Splendid party at the Manor last night - Mother outdid herself, as ever. The winter garden was particularly festive, with an arrangement of lights, charms, and other delights. The band played until the sun came up, since everyone was loathe to stop dancing and celebrating, so you might say that the party didn't actually end until after breakfast.
Many of the usual faces in attendance, of course, and it was good to see all of you.
Of course, those who were unable to make it were, with a few exceptions, missed. Best wishes for a Happy Christmas to you and yours.
Many of the usual faces in attendance, of course, and it was good to see all of you.
Of course, those who were unable to make it were, with a few exceptions, missed. Best wishes for a Happy Christmas to you and yours.
Re: Order Only: Private Message to Draco and Hydra
Re: Order Only: Private Message to Draco and Hydra
I take it some of them walked on two legs?
-J
Re: Order Only: Private Message to Draco and Hydra
Hydra wanted us to do something. Save them, or something. Though obviously there was very little that the two of us could do, given the company we were in.
Re: Order Only: Private Message to Draco and Hydra
Re: Order Only: Private Message to Draco and Hydra
I just don't know about letting everyone else in the Order know about this. The last thing I want is Black going on about how we could have done more, or raised the alarm, or some other rubbish like that.
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Did you manage anything? What could you have done?
Do you know, Bill thought we ickle juniors couldn't stomach the idea of Maule's finger in a jar on Mulciber's desk, what; I wonder what he'd do if he knew we were routinely faced with situations in which we're expected to torture or hunt Muggles. Next to that, a finger's bally well nothing.
-J
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I probably missed a few - they were trying to hide, after all. Hydra did better than I did because of her legilimency, and the fact that she's a girl and looks about as deadly as a sugarplum faerie.
The food must have had some kind of amiability charm in it, because no one seemed to terribly enraged that they didn't have much prey to prey on. After a while they all decided to fly over to Stroud and burn things.