Good
gods, where did I go wrong with Violet? Her response, when Mum asked her how old her poor, unsuspecting father would be on his birthday this year? 101. That's right:
one hundred and one.
What have I done to deserve this? Let alone three hours of Mum waffling on the date for the annual Urquhart Frost Ball. We've settled on Friday, December 20, finally, at the Urquhart estate on Loch Ness. Need I remind
some of you not to try riding Nessie this year?
Alicia, Isabel, Julian, Millie, Theodore-- your presences are expected once more. And if anyone else fancies attending, let me know, yeah? The more the merrier. Mum makes a
fantastic egg nog and a wonderfully lethal spiked cider.
Warded to Roger DaviesMum and Dad would like to invite you to Christmas Eve dinner. And-- well. D'you want to be my date to the Frost Ball?
Warded to Theodore NottDid you or did you not tell me, some weeks ago, that you intended to marry Draco
this December?