Private Message to Penelope Clearwater

[alt_percy]

Did you have a good Christmas? Mine was pleasant enough, although the Burrow seemed oddly quiet with all the Hogwarts contingent gone. Thank you for the briefcase, it's quite perfect.

It's been even quieter today. Mum disappeared this morning, saying she was going to spend Boxing Day serving people in the camps. Can you imagine? And Dad went to join her shortly before dinner. I don't know why they think they have to cater to mudbloods that way. Even if it is Boxing Day. They didn't bother to ask me to come along, of course. They know better.

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[alt_penelope]

Oh, yes, it was all right. Well. Ours was.

You heard about Finch-Fletchley, I assume? Monsieur Froissart had to come back because of it. Poor Professor McGonagall had to spend most of Christmas Eve with him and Professor Slughorn and the two Beauxbatons students responsible. Well, the one student, anyway. His mate turned him in, saying he'd never expected Toubon to use a liquefaction curse on Finch-Fletchley!

Your brother was one of the ones who rescued him, even! Which was more than a little surprising, not because he's not the type to go charging in (it's really his most Gryffindorish trait) but because he was so quick about it, especially when Finch-Fletchley didn't make much of his injuries.

So, apart from that it was quiet. Half the school went out and had a massive snowball fight yesterday and a quarter of them went out again today. I expect Madam Pomfrey will be up to her neck in sniffles tonight.

I'm glad you liked your briefcase. I wish we'd known that your parents were going out, you could have come to visit for a bit. How bizarre though, for them to go serve in the camps! Have they ever done that before?

[alt_percy]

Just glanced through the journals again to read the story. Ron can be reckless occasionally, but in this instance I'm pleased that he did the right thing. Good on him.

I wish I'd visited you, too. I didn't know they were going to be gone out for so long. Well, Dad's job brings him in contact with the camps, of course (very regrettably, so he's often there. And Mum has gone to volunteer there before. I wish she'd do something else, more the thing, like a hospital committee or something.

Mudbloods indeed.