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That was perhaps the least pleasant match I've ever attended. And I am not referring solely to the weather.

What a shock for us all! We've only just arrived home after assurances from the school matron that young Mr Marvolo will make a full recovery. Lucius, Rabastan and at least a dozen others were quick on the draw and managed to control the fall but goodness, we've never had such a fright! Luckily, Madam Pomfrey was at his side in mere moments. But it was quite a long wait, while she checked him over, then in the hospital wing, where she saw to mending his injuries. And poor Razzer and Lucius, between their outrage at the Azkaban guards and feeling frantic for Harry's safety, it's a wonder either of them knew what to do first. It's over now, thank Merlin, and he's resting comfortably, or so we're told.

I'm looking at our agenda for tomorrow. Oh, dear.

Lucius will likely go back up to Hogwarts tomorrow. He'll want to make sure the security detail has been properly sorted, as well as check in on Harry and the rest of our young charges there - Hydra and Pansy were both quite as unsettled as could be - and I'm sorry, June, I'm sure I shan't half have the strength to face the annual veterans' honours luncheon alone. Please accept my regrets and find someone else to present the wreath.

It's too late even to concentrate on a simple game of cards, and yet I'm still much too rattled to sleep.