I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

[alt_justin]

Hello, friends,

How was the New London trip, what?

I say, CCF is coming up rather quickly, isn't it? Remy and I have gone swimming twice this week but I think overall I'm still well unprepared for whatever they're going to throw at us. Have you lot had any hints at all, as you've been counselling?

The Jugsons took me out to another party this afternoon. This one was at the Derwent home and Ron, your sister was there as well. Did you know she would be going?

The Derwents are rather nice although they seem to be the sort with loads of well boring acquaintances. There were a number of people our age, though, which made the time pass more quickly.

I've been terribly occupied all summer long and yet, I suppose it sounds a bit rich to say, but, I do miss home. Dijon, I should say. Only in little things, what? Like the fresh bread our cook made every other day or the chimes on the clock in my mother's salon. My old bed and the books I left behind. The view from my window onto the Rue de Talant. I miss television commercials and believe me, I never thought I should miss those in the slightest!

You've every right to tell me it serves me right, what? Still. I'm sure I shall snap out of it once we're all together again at the CCF exercises. Something about the party this afternoon made me think of home, I think.

Well, enough of that. Sally-Anne, you'd said you were going to write more to us, about visiting your mother? Do you think she's going to join forces with Mrs Weasley and Madam Pomfrey and become a three-witch crime-fighting squadron, what?

How is everyone else enjoying their holidays?

-Justin

Comments

[alt_hydra]

Yes, I remember. Maggie, right? I never seem to get a glimpse of her when I come over.

I wouldn't like to think that they're cruel, but Mr Ponds is a pureblood and I don't know much about him, or what he believes in. He seems kind, but sometimes I can't tell if people are being themselves around me. Most of them are so careful, because of Mummy.

But yes, I'll ask her if we can have a club meeting at the cafe. I've told her about you so I think she'd like to meet you. And I don't think she'd stop us if we slipped o

[alt_sally_anne]

I once tried to persuade the Twins to persuade their mum to take a muggleborn servant. Because I know she'd be kind, and it's better than the camps, or having someone like Amycus Carrow as your master, you know?

But that was before what happened to the Woods, and the rest of the people in the Vale. They had muggleborns they were pretending were servants but really treated like ordinary people, and word got out and ... well, Oliver is okay. But I think both his parents are either dead or in Azkaban.

[alt_justin]

Yes, I remember reading about the Woods. But they had loads of muggleborns, didn't they, and not just one or two, what? I should think it's a bit harder to conceal that sort of thing when one does it on a larger scale.

The Jugsons aren't cruel to Maggie, at least not that I've seen. Our tutor treats her like something he's scraped off his shoe but Mrs Jugson simply acts as if it's normal to have a servant.

I simply behave as I would have done to our maids or butler, or mother's chauffeur. Except that I do make sure she gets enough to eat, what, because I think otherwise the Jugsons' cook might try to make her eat table scraps or something equally barbaric. I pointed out that servants work harder when they're healthy and pleased and Mrs Jugson seemed to think that was sensible.

Also, Maggie's more her ladies' maid than anything else and I suspect Mrs Jugson doesn't care to have a personal servant who isn't about to collapse from starvation.

Now I'm quite curious about the Pondses and their muggleborn, what?

-Justin