23.02.83

[beauxgeste]

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Private: Anton/Maya.

[historicalmind]

Just more revision. Nothing in particular, I guess. Why?

Private: Anton/Maya.

[beauxgeste]

I think I'd like to sneak off. Real privacy.

Private: Anton/Maya.

[historicalmind]

Oh. Well, we could, just not for long. Where were you thinking? One of the classrooms, or?

Private: Anton/Maya.

[beauxgeste]

Not exactly the weather for ventures outside, I suppose.

Yes, a classroom. We could go looking. You deserve some time to unwind, ma belle.

Private: Anton/Gina.

[goldnpc]

I'm well, as is Aurelien. Our little boy has a touch of the sniffles but he's doing rather well, all things considered, really.

Maman is somewhat distressed over Anne, but she is fine as well as Papa.

And yourself, and Sarah? Dare I ask?

Private: Anton/Gina.

[beauxgeste]

Poor Philippe. He's a Prewett, he'll fight through it.

Yes. Anne. I'd wondered about that.

I'm doing well. Hogwarts is simply Hogwarts. Sarah of course is still shaking off her Quidditch injury, but mostly to her ego.

Private: Anton/Gina.

[goldnpc]

That we're not worried about. Of course he will.

Well, what do you expect from it all? The answer's quite clear. She made her decision.

Sarah had best be careful; Maman nearly showed up to take her home the next day. Such injuries aren't for girls and all of that.

Private: Anton/Gina.

[beauxgeste]

I suppose I thought there might be some forgiveness to this, but I understand.

French National has had its share of injuries over the years.

Private: Anton/Eberhilde -- auf Deutsch

[silvernpc]

Is it? I hadn't noticed.

Are you missing me quite so much already?

Private: Anton/Eberhilde -- auf Deutsch

[beauxgeste]

Quite.

Private: Anton/Eberhilde -- auf Deutsch

[silvernpc]

Write me more letters. You write so little. Your Hogwarts must be more interesting than that.