Private message to Penelope Clearwater

[alt_percy]

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?

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[alt_penelope]

We're in Bristol for hols, or I'd say of course.

Though I think there's a Floo connection to a hotel near the Boardwalk. Hang on, I'll check.

[alt_percy]

Merlin. They just pulverized the entire goat shed with bludgers. The roof just caved in.

Mum is going to be furious.

[alt_penelope]

Yes, there's a Floo. It's the Seaside Rest Hotel. Come through and Dad says he'll add you to our supper reservations.

None too soon, sounds like.

[alt_percy]

Thank you so much. I'd be grateful to be able to join you.

[alt_penelope]

Bring your trunks.

I'll walk down to meet you.

Oh, and there's a place here that's not as good as Fortescue's, but it does have some unusual ice creams, some of which use that brassicrose stuff. Have you ever had that? It's mad delicious.

Maybe we could walk down there for pudding.

[alt_percy]

Excellent. I'm your man.