Scotland is snowy too, snowier than a dusting, so its good to hear you have boots this year. There isnt any here in Burnham, but there isnt anything Ive found to do either. Im not adventurous when it comes to Muggle towns in Britain, I feel out of place. Theres some dodgy looking restaurants, a movie cinema, and little shops, besides the boating club. I never know what to make of the money - now they go by pee, which Max would find hilarious, but my father says shillings, and there were twelve pence in a shilling, and two hundred forty in a pound. And now there are a hundred, but its still pence, which is also pee?
Merlin I miss Galleons and Sickles. Dont start me on figuring out their tipping.
Mother and Max are well, though Im not keen on talking to Mum about her appeals on behalf of Joseph. She seems to know Fathers a lost cause, though she says that visitations are allowed and encouraged me to come with her closer to Solstice. Our solicitor seems to think that with this remodeling of Azkaban and the criminal court system, there is an argument to be made that Joseph was a child who was - and I nearly choked, hearing her say this - raised in a Pureblood biased home. I am to meet with Mr. Whitling on the twelfth, to discuss my upbringing. I cant imagine a more uncomfortable afternoon.
Its good to hear youre expected back, as you seem to take some enjoyment at least from the work, and your taskmaster too, in her own right. Maybe this is your work, your book. Not the same as Zelmas of course, but your own account of the more recent goings on. Look at what happened at Hogwarts from every angle, make a judgment for historys sake. Youre more than qualified.
Ive known you to be gentle far more than I have to be prickly, spiny, or shocking, but will avoid your nose all the same. If youll consider it, Id like to have a picture of you of my own making. Nothing scandalous, I very strongly assure you, just to attempt to capture with camera what you challenge is better penned by pen.
Very soon, and very happily, in your company, Theodore
4 December, 1998
Dear Padma,
Scotland is snowy too, snowier than a dusting, so it's good to hear you have boots this year. There isn't any here in Burnham, but there isn't anything I've found to do either. I'm not adventurous when it comes to Muggle towns in Britain, I feel out of place. There's some dodgy looking restaurants, a movie cinema, and little shops, besides the boating club. I never know what to make of the money - now they go by pee, which Max would find hilarious, but my father says shillings, and there were twelve pence in a shilling, and two hundred forty in a pound. And now there are a hundred, but it's still pence, which is also pee?
Merlin I miss Galleons and Sickles. Don't start me on figuring out their tipping.
Mother and Max are well, though I'm not keen on talking to Mum about her appeals on behalf of Joseph. She seems to know Father's a lost cause, though she says that visitations are allowed and encouraged me to come with her closer to Solstice. Our solicitor seems to think that with this remodeling of Azkaban and the criminal court system, there is an argument to be made that Joseph was a child who was - and I nearly choked, hearing her say this - raised in a Pureblood biased home. I am to meet with Mr. Whitling on the twelfth, to discuss my upbringing. I can't imagine a more uncomfortable afternoon.
It's good to hear you're expected back, as you seem to take some enjoyment at least from the work, and your taskmaster too, in her own right. Maybe this is your work, your book. Not the same as Zelma's of course, but your own account of the more recent goings on. Look at what happened at Hogwarts from every angle, make a judgment for history's sake. You're more than qualified.
I've known you to be gentle far more than I have to be prickly, spiny, or shocking, but will avoid your nose all the same. If you'll consider it, I'd like to have a picture of you of my own making. Nothing scandalous, I very strongly assure you, just to attempt to capture with camera what you challenge is better penned by pen.
Very soon, and very happily, in your company, Theodore