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[Private to Miss Midgen]
After the Sorting Feast, please come to see me in the infirmary. I promise I won't keep you long -- you'll be back in your common room as soon as possible.
What sort of tea do you prefer? And do you have a particular type of biscuit or cake that you're fond of?
[Private to Minerva]
Once things have quieted down for you (as if they ever do), we ought to get together for a quiet cup of tea. And I'll do my level best to make the winning of our next game of chess difficult for you.
[Private]
I woke up this morning, and my heart actually sank when I realised that I wasn't in the little pension by the waters of Lake Geneva.
This is the first year that the start of school has held no appeal for me. Why does this place no longer feel like my home?