Private Message to Dux

Hallo.

I'm sorry I was probably a bit preoccupied today, what? I did want to hear all about what happened at your cousin's--see, I did hear you when you corrected me this morning!--and it's jolly wonderful that your mother couldn't get anywhere trying to read your mind.

I just...a friend of mine isn't having a good time of it, lately, and there's nothing little one can do to help. So that was distracting me, what? And then on top of feeling bally well guilty about that--getting called away from everyone else, in the middle of the camp, no less--well, it startled me quite a bit, I can tell you!

I say, I suppose it's not very surprising that someone thought to make an offer. I hadn't expected it to be Mr Rosier, what? And not there, certainly, or in that way. Probably he didn't intend to frighten me first--or perhaps he did, hoping that I'd be so relieved I'd say 'Yes,' on the spot. It's quite the offer, of course. Loads to think about.

But I say, not a decision to make lightly, or on impulse.

So, I.... I'd like to discuss it with you more, but not with Finnigan sticking to us, on his guardian's orders. It's none of his business, what? Even if he was rather distracted himself.

There are things you don't I've got to be sure, first. Do you really think you can keep her from seeing anything?

-Justin