The Dungeons

Caterers had her well nigh in tears tonight. Frustrated and despairing and at a loss. So now I'm in charge of the food and drink. As long as caterers aren't involved, how hard could it be? All the parts of a dinner. I know what parts go into dinner and I know where to get them, too. Restaurants deliver too, yeah? And I bet Mahmed's mum would be willing to make her basbousa if I ask nicely.

Yeah. That's not a problem, I can do the food, yeah? And the drinks and making sure Gravesy has something for the children and those who won't be imbibing.

Just not a good time to confess I read a private journal entry of hers back when.

And she still doesn't need to know that two weeks in Alexandria may end up being a tent in Luxor given the success rate I'm having. And this time she's asking, angling for answers I can't give her, instead of won't.

At least I have a line on a wedding present. Dad said "I got your Mum a clock" and the light went on. The place Dad bought from isn't in Diagon anymore, and seems like not many make those clocks anymore. But I saw a brochure in Luna's library for "Timepieces by Hart" or "with Hart" or something like that. Find the address and pay them a visit.

Merlin, I'm tired.