I'll leave bringing the conversation "round to books" to you, then, and I'll cover the quidditch. If the weather holds, we can dine on the terrace- best view of Green Park in New London, they say. And privacy charmed, too. We can look out, but no one else can look in. Nothing brings life to a gathering more than a little group voyeurism, isn't that right?

I don't reckon there'd be reason to venture all the way up to the bedrooms, but if it's a concern, I'll get an elf to move your things elsewhere. Carefully.

Glad to hear everything's going well. Can't say I'm too put out that the long-distance flyers aren't meeting this week, as last week's journey left me near-exhausted. I was fine during, but after- let's just say I felt every one of those twenty-some years difference between my age and theirs.