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Back at home to catch my breath, and get up-to-date on Nigel's life.

Gilbert is visiting Gregoire again. Very keen on Quidditch, he is, so I brought him along to a recruiting event yesterday. He's only just gone to sleep, actually - which is why I'm writing these lines so late. I've had to keep up Nigel's journal while Gilbert may glance over my shoulder.

Arthur, lack of proper celebrations aside, it sounds as if you're making inroads with Cousin Dora. Good show - there's a mind there and no mistake. Now don't let Molly harangue the twins too soundly for the ink bottles and the charms textbook. Especially as she's not feeling well. Nothing's worse for a flu than getting up one's Irish (and, er, Molly's got more than most, old man). Besides, I for one am highly curious, if not to say eager, to see what they're cooking up! (Though they ought to make sure their friend picks the right targets. Tempting as Carrow makes himself, he's frightening. I don't think even James and I would have dared if we'd had a psychopath like him for a schoolmaster!)

And Poppy, I ought to be able to get cracking on the rest of your list tomorrow (well, this morning, at any rate, if I can shoo Gilbert back to his brother's house), and if not, at the least, I'll send off an owl to Agatha about them.

Before I left Knossos I posted another letter to Harry. I noticed he doesn't write much in his journal, so I've asked (all in innocence, of course) if he'll write me about his 'adventures.' I hope this will help us to follow his movements a bit better than relying on reports. Our Hermione can't be Johnny-on-the-spot all the time!

(Oh, I assured him that no one on our side would try to hurt him - but I did issue rather a warning against certain skulking types 'round about the school....)


Right, well, I'd best hide this away and get back to Gilbert for a little shut-eye before he wakes up. Or maybe I'll wake him up....