I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good
Apr. 2nd, 2012 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_ronWell.
Hate to admit it, but today was well brilliant. I thought it was going to be dull, dragging around museums again. Thought we'd seen them all when we were there before. Did you hear them say there are four hundred museums in wizarding New London? FOUR HUNDRED?! I mean, sure, some of em are just people's old houses and little places like that daft commemoration thinger about the Fire that you climb up inside, but that's a serious load of museums, that is! I hope they don't expect us to go to all of them.
Anywiz, the new one we saw today was snitch and a half. And it was hilarious going past the empty spot in the Wizarding History museum where old Slytherin's armour used to stand--like they were just going to leave that big, empty spot with just that little card on the wall, saying how it was out on temporary loan--and then seeing it this afternoon in the new museum. Didn't look very temporary over there, did it? With that whole model of Slytherin's rooms at Hogwarts and all.
So, yeah. I'm sort of sorry we had to come home tonight. Things are dull here. Well, the twins went off to stay with Bill for their birthday, and I bet they're seeing parts of New London the YPL doesn't show us! Now they're of age and all. And Mum's ill. She didn't even come down for supper. Dad had to cook, and that's always- Yeah, anywiz, it was eggs. And Percy made a stink about how they weren't even fresh and how Dad'd scorched them and how it was just like the twins to go larking off. And he was just winding up to go on and on, only Dad gave him a look. So then he stomped off to his room, which, well, that's just as well, anywiz, but now Dad's gone off to sit with Mum. And Ginny's doing I don't know what, but it's not like we'd do anything anywiz, cause she never wants to play chess or cards or anything any more. So I'm just sat here, looking back through a really ancient Quidditch World, and wondering what everyone else is getting up to.
Is it the camp tomorrow for you lot that get to go?
Hate to admit it, but today was well brilliant. I thought it was going to be dull, dragging around museums again. Thought we'd seen them all when we were there before. Did you hear them say there are four hundred museums in wizarding New London? FOUR HUNDRED?! I mean, sure, some of em are just people's old houses and little places like that daft commemoration thinger about the Fire that you climb up inside, but that's a serious load of museums, that is! I hope they don't expect us to go to all of them.
Anywiz, the new one we saw today was snitch and a half. And it was hilarious going past the empty spot in the Wizarding History museum where old Slytherin's armour used to stand--like they were just going to leave that big, empty spot with just that little card on the wall, saying how it was out on temporary loan--and then seeing it this afternoon in the new museum. Didn't look very temporary over there, did it? With that whole model of Slytherin's rooms at Hogwarts and all.
So, yeah. I'm sort of sorry we had to come home tonight. Things are dull here. Well, the twins went off to stay with Bill for their birthday, and I bet they're seeing parts of New London the YPL doesn't show us! Now they're of age and all. And Mum's ill. She didn't even come down for supper. Dad had to cook, and that's always- Yeah, anywiz, it was eggs. And Percy made a stink about how they weren't even fresh and how Dad'd scorched them and how it was just like the twins to go larking off. And he was just winding up to go on and on, only Dad gave him a look. So then he stomped off to his room, which, well, that's just as well, anywiz, but now Dad's gone off to sit with Mum. And Ginny's doing I don't know what, but it's not like we'd do anything anywiz, cause she never wants to play chess or cards or anything any more. So I'm just sat here, looking back through a really ancient Quidditch World, and wondering what everyone else is getting up to.
Is it the camp tomorrow for you lot that get to go?
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Date: 2012-04-03 04:40 am (UTC)It's wicked snitch, innit, Gryffindor's sword?!
Actually. Did they have anything of Ravenclaw's or Hufflepuff's? I mean, the other founders. I didn't notice.
And, oh. I was meaning to ask you about some of that French stuff. Funny old thing, the Protector having those French paintings, yeah? I wouldn't have probably gone in that room at all, except some of your mates from Beauxbatons were in there, whispering about it. Did you see them? The pictures of those witches in frilly dresses that weren't really properly done up all the way? There was one on a swing, going up and back and showing well up her skirt, yeah? And there was one of a wizard playing a lute while his lady friend's sitting there, laughing at the jokes that two other blokes are telling her, and one of them was leaning over her, like he's looking down her front. I mean, those paintings must've been three hundred years old or four, maybe. They were seriously old, but whoa! I didn't know they painted stuff like that!
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Date: 2012-04-03 04:58 am (UTC)I'm not at all sure why they're in the Protector's Collection but I'll tell you something: Finnigan and that bloke he chums about with, Uloshenko? I couldn't shake them off - not without being bally unspeakably rude, what. Which of course, I didn't wish to be, if you follow me.
It was well fun, talking about art with Uloshenko - he knows rather a lot, actually, though he's quite wrong about his Tinteretti vs his Titians, but one doesn't care to start a squabble over something so trivial, what? - but mind you, I hope he doesn't clamp on like a limpet for the whole of the holidays!
Goodness, I said I was going to bed ages ago. I really ought to put out the light.
Cheers, Ron. See you in Cambridge? And don't forget to tell Fred and George to get me the rest of your things by Sunday, right?
-Justin