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Dec. 4th, 2010 11:16 amWhat a glorious night it was! I can't recall having quite such a cause to celebrate. I admit that it was well worth the wait for Our Lord's announcement to see its impact.
Of course, I read this morning that the camps were almost universally unruly last night - though that's to be expected and indeed I believe most of the camps had been warned that there might be some reaction. Of course anyone who knew him would have known he never had a chance against the might of the Protectorate. It's yet another measure of proof that muggles have no realistic concept of their chances against us, putting their faith in such a creature.
But I can think of no better hosts than the Pritchards to provide an outlet for the inevitable giddiness that followed Our Lord's triumphant address. I'm sure we rather overdid it! Luckily Kensington was only a short sleigh ride away, for I'm certain neither Lucius nor I were in any shape to Apparate all the way to the Manor last night. I've enjoyed quite a long lie-in myself, though Lucius had to gather himself earlier than I to help supervise the body's arrival and installation in time for Monday's unveiling.
I'm afraid I've rather missed the naming ceremony I was meant to attend this afternoon. But it may be a blessing in disguise, since I'm here in London and there's no sense leaving before the Bobolis party tonight. I might get in some last-minute Christmas shopping. To say nothing of taking in tea in the cosy little room at Le Chien.
Oh, and I've had a number of inquiries, so: Yes, our party is a Sunday this year, not a Saturday. It seemed too much of a crunch with the children returning from school that same day. But never fear - we have plenty of rooms should anyone over-indulge and find themselves unable to leave Wiltshire. Several of you have already arranged to stay and that's marvellous. I am determined that at least once, no one shall be found passed out in the window-seat of the library at the end of the evening!
Of course, I read this morning that the camps were almost universally unruly last night - though that's to be expected and indeed I believe most of the camps had been warned that there might be some reaction. Of course anyone who knew him would have known he never had a chance against the might of the Protectorate. It's yet another measure of proof that muggles have no realistic concept of their chances against us, putting their faith in such a creature.
But I can think of no better hosts than the Pritchards to provide an outlet for the inevitable giddiness that followed Our Lord's triumphant address. I'm sure we rather overdid it! Luckily Kensington was only a short sleigh ride away, for I'm certain neither Lucius nor I were in any shape to Apparate all the way to the Manor last night. I've enjoyed quite a long lie-in myself, though Lucius had to gather himself earlier than I to help supervise the body's arrival and installation in time for Monday's unveiling.
I'm afraid I've rather missed the naming ceremony I was meant to attend this afternoon. But it may be a blessing in disguise, since I'm here in London and there's no sense leaving before the Bobolis party tonight. I might get in some last-minute Christmas shopping. To say nothing of taking in tea in the cosy little room at Le Chien.
Oh, and I've had a number of inquiries, so: Yes, our party is a Sunday this year, not a Saturday. It seemed too much of a crunch with the children returning from school that same day. But never fear - we have plenty of rooms should anyone over-indulge and find themselves unable to leave Wiltshire. Several of you have already arranged to stay and that's marvellous. I am determined that at least once, no one shall be found passed out in the window-seat of the library at the end of the evening!
