I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

[alt_justin]

What, ho, all,

I say, it looks as if the weather's supposed to be fine at the weekend. About bally well time, what!

I received a parcel this morning. I don't suppose anyone else noticed. Well, I should say, that was rather the point, what? It was packaged with a shrinking charm, so it looked nothing like that great huge hamper Malfoy got last week! But that's what it was, nonetheless, though not quite as enormous. It expanded after I brought it up to the dormitories at lunchtime.

It was from Mr Rosier. 'Just a reminder of what we have to offer,' according to the card.

There are biscuits and crumpet, clotted cream, jams (not Stretton jam, Sally-Anne, what), goose liver and potted quail and all sorts of lovely things for a smashing tea, along with a tea service and pot. And cheese! There are four kinds, including Stilton which is simply the rarest cheese imaginable in France and it's well brilliant. And there's a tin of my favourite tea blend. I say, I've not a clue how he knew that it's my favourite but I jolly well doubt it's just luck.

I mean to say, I bally well doubt they're inclined to take 'No' for an answer, come to that.

But one can't send it back, what, that would offend, I'm sure.

So, shall we have a picnic on Saturday?

-Justin

Comments

[alt_neville]

Well, except maybe the goose liver. (Goose liver? Really?)

[alt_justin]

Hullo, Neville,

Goose liver's actually quite good, really. It's quite rich. You ought to try it.

Mr Rosier said before that there was no particular time limit but of course one couldn't wait until the very last minute.

-Justin

[alt_sally_anne]

I had the same thought about the liver.