Private message to Penelope Clearwater

The Burrow has been in an uproar all day and it's been ghastly. How am I supposed to get a modicum of studying in for NEWTs? People clattering up and down the stairs like elephants, shrieks out behind the sheds where they're playing Quidditch...and Ronald invited that Sally-Anne Perks, and she dragged along her charges, a couple of children, with their muggleborn nanny. Mum served all of them at the table at lunch. She looked at me as if I were mad when I suggested that perhaps those three would be more comfortable eating in the kitchen.

I need to get away from here for an hour or two tonight, if only to stop my ears ringing from all the noise. Could we meet somewhere? Fortescue's, perhaps, or simply go for a walk somewhere together?