Congratulations!

[alt_narcissa]

Congratulations, Draco!

I hope you got the parcel. I didn't wish to tempt fate, but I had the elves pull out your father's old Quidditch robes this weekend. They had to be taken up a bit, but they should fit smartly otherwise. (If not, give them to Dennis and he will alter them for you.)

Your father had something for you as well. He said he arranged for it to be delivered. Did you get it?

You must let us know when all your matches are.

Comments

[alt_regulus]

Congratulations, cousin!

You have it backwards, you know: with Marvolo and Malfoy on the team, Slytherin could win no matter what brooms you sit. The whole team could play on decrepit Shooting Stars and win every match. You're too humble by half, there.

Watch that.

[alt_draco]

I feel it proper that I aim for modesty where others can read, and save the real show for the pitch.

[alt_regulus]

Aim for the hoops, cousin, and leave modesty to those who can't do better.

[alt_draco]

What useful advice.

[alt_narcissa]

Draco.

[alt_draco]

Yes, Mother?

[alt_narcissa]

There's no call to be rude, sweetheart.

[alt_draco]

He star I agree.

[alt_narcissa]

Reg, I think your humour is lost in the written medium.

[alt_regulus]

How dismaying.