| [003] Tuesday 3 January 1943 |
[Jan 03 2012 | 03:11am] |
[ WARDED TO ROBIN DEARBORN. ]
Well, my dear old well-buttered crumpet with a spot of jam, how was your holiday? I'm sure it must have been terribly warm at least, what with you being half-sheep and surrounded by your full-sheep woolly brethren in Wales. I, on the other hand, had a dreadfully dull time at my sheep-free house, though the Finch-Fletcheys did throw a splendid party for New Year's -- Spartan, of course, but they always know how to pull through and have a good time, whatever the circumstances. Next year, I'll conspire to bring you along.
Though, I say, there's something I've been thinking about a great deal since just before the holidays -- I know, darling, me being a swot and thinking, what is this world coming to? -- and there was all that fuss about the Future Homemakers Club. Remember how they had that party? We should have found a way to go -- I can't think of a better way to have some fun with Pure-bloods than to show up where I know they don't want us Muggle-borns around, but they can't say it either. I heard they even had a chocolate cake somehow -- can you imagine? I wonder if it was Transfigured from the dung heap behind the gamekeeper's hut. [ END WARDS. ]
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| [002] Monday 5 December 1942 |
[Dec 05 2011 | 11:13pm] |
[ WARDED TO ROBIN DEARBORN. ]
Enough of this politics rubbish when it is so awfully vulgar to speak of such matters and it is giving me a headache to listen to wizards and witches go on and on about Muggle affairs they understand as well as trousers, darling -- did I ever tell you that some brute from the wilds of Caledonia asked me to go to the ball with him days ago? Or did I forget? Oh, of course I did, and I can't imagine why. [ END WARDS. ]
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| [001] Thursday 1 December 1942 |
[Dec 01 2011 | 11:15pm] |
Oh, I say, what fun it was this morning with everyone eating breakfast on the floor for a change! Is this some sort of wizarding tradition that my inbred, Muggle-addled mind couldn't possibly understand? I think we all ought to do it again some time, whatever the reason for it was.
And was there some sort of Waterloo re-enactment going on around us while we were drinking tea under the tables? I can't say I noticed anything unusual myself, but everyone has been making such a fuss about it that I almost wondered if Germans had somehow found their way into the Great Hall. So charmingly American, really!
[ WARDED TO KNOWN MUGGLE-BORNS. ]
My dears, I know there are many of you who think our magical brothers and sisters ought to fight in the war alongside our Muggle brethren, but can you imagine it after the hysterics this morning? I say the Pure-bloods especially can keep their daintily broken noses out of it. [ END WARDS. ]
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