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[alt_narcissa]

The first real skate of the season is always a delight. The amount of snow blanketing the grounds, however, presents rather a challenge for the walk to and from the pond. And to one's errands.

I do see what everyone likes about ordering by journal - very convenient - although there is still something to be said for a physical inspection of one's purchases. It's too bad that Laszlo's seems under-supplied currently; shall have to rely on other sources for a few essentials still not laid by.

I certainly hope that the weather ceases its battering by tomorrow - it's ever so pleasant and peaceful to watch the snow fall from within one's cosy parlour, but quite another prospect to know one must venture out-of-doors. Some days, I declare, I could happily hibernate right through to spring.

Sadly, that is not to be the case. We've Witch and Wizard of the Year nominations to read through and the longest, most dreary meeting one could imagine debating them all. The only thing that makes the horizon look even remotely inviting is the tree-lighting at Buckingham and the Pritchard party afterward on Friday. And the Bobolis party on Saturday.

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[alt_crouch_jr]

I haven't skated since I was small. And I'm afraid I didn't care much for it then. Father had notions about its being important for a boy to master as part of his essential training. Which is all well and good, of course, but I'd rather have done it with other boys than with him. I do remember going once with Reg, but we were older then and it was a lark.

I spent a good portion of today out of doors, and I must say the snow has its advantages for tracking quarry. It helps, of course, to be better at warming charms than those you're pursuing.

I understand the watchers have predicted no more than picturesque quantities of snow for tomorrow evening's lighting ceremonies. They do say to expect continued cold, so we'll all be glad for Pritchard's infamous hot toddies afterwards. I'll have double reason: Mother's persuaded me we should make a party of four for the lighting. Fortunately, Mother's known Beatrice for years, so she's unlikely to take the wrong notion this time. Better still, Beatrice has no illusions. About anything, which makes her a near-perfect companion.

[alt_narcissa]

Ah, well, there you see, you'll have to try it again sometime. I'm sure Reg was more interested in racing, and likely in laughing when you slipped, than in the finer points of form. I've always thought Draco could have been quite the skater had he put his mind to it, though. It does wonders for balance, poise, flexibility and muscle tone. And there's nothing quite like having to cling to one's escort or slide off into the banks! If, that is, one is with the appropriate companion.

It does get cold, however, since one cannot place the warming charms too close to the ice!

But yes, we're all looking forward to tomorrow. I for one am exceedingly interested in Our Lord's address.

Beatrice? Not Catherine? Goodness, I seem to have missed a chapter!