Private Message to Justin Finch-Fletchley

[alt_ron]

Clarriker and Preece. What tits.

Mind it wouldn't've been funny if that stinging hex had actually got you in the eye. Spending your birthday with Madam Pomfrey's probably not at the top of your list of things to do, yeah?

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[alt_justin]

Ron,

No, indeed, not. Particularly as Ernie's planned rather a spread for me and Zach, what.

I say, Preece is lucky you didn't hex him in the eye, getting shirty like that!

Did you take them right up to the Headmaster, per your threat? Or did they agree to behave themselves and go on their own?

-Justin

[alt_ron]

I followed them. Really, I would have let them go in by themselves as long as they went straight up there, but as it happened, we all ran into him in the corridor. Or he ran across us.

And they were silly enough to look at me when he asked what was what. Heh. So I said what'd happened and left them to it. He didn't sound best pleased. Guess maybe you'll hear from Clarriker whether they pulled detention for it. Or got banned from the Salle.

[alt_justin]

Serve them right if Tosha did decide to make an example of them, what. I shouldn't be surprised if he does, just to drive home how bally well serious he and Professor Desai are about preventing another Fight Club. Revoking their privileges would send that message jolly well loud and clear.

-J

[alt_ron]

True enough. Mind you, with that pair, telling them they couldn't go to Hogsmeade might hurt worse. Not sure how much they care about training.

Oh, speaking of which. Hogsmeade, I mean. Since we can't go for a drink tomorrow, I'll buy first round at the Broomsticks when we're there.

[alt_justin]

Cheers, that sounds perfect, mate!

Night, then.

-J