OWL: Cedric to Hermione
Date: January 1st, 2005
Characters: Hermione Granger, Cedric Diggory, (Amos Diggory)
Location: Toronto, Stoatshead
Status: Private
Summary: Happy New Year (and a small favor)
Completion: Complete
Dear Hermione,
I hope this note finds you well and your new year well begun. Please pass on my well wishes to Ron and Harry too.
I have a bit of good news. My mother thinks some of the paintings may be partly recoverable, or at least repairable. The lead image was damaged (the one that shows until a painting is activated), but the underlying images still function, or some of them do. With others, however, the magic is simply dead. She's planning to come to England some time in the spring to look at the other paintings, those that aren't hers.
Tomorrow, we're planning to apparate to Washington, D.C. to see the Smithsonian. The ROMM (Royal Ontario Museum) is undergoing renovations and mostly closed. I'd forgotten those had been scheduled. The new museum is, I fear, going to look more like an alien object than a building, much less a museum. Perhaps I'm overly conservative in that respect, but I prefer a museum to look, well ... elegant and old. I'm not terribly happy with the 'warehouse' appearance of ours, but beggers can't be choosers.
In any case, and what I'm writing for, concerns some books. I wasn't sure who to ask and hope that you won't mind my imposing on you with the attached packages of miniaturized books. I've been planning to bring back my library now that it seems I'll be staying in England. But even with extra-luggage fees, I'll have too much for the Atlantic Portkey (never mind the apparating required on either side of it). Therefore, I'm shipping you some of my library by owl, and would much appreciate it if you'd set them aside for me until I return. In exchange, you're more than welcome to look through it and copy anything that interests you.
Is there any interesting news? I miss youStoatshead.
Fondly,
Cedric
Finished with the letter, he headed downstairs still dressed in is pyjamas, where his father sat sipping coffee at the kitchen table. "Can I borrow your owl?"
Grinning, his father said, "I was wondering if I'd see you before noon today. And who are you owling?"
"A friend of mine in Stoatshead." Cedric felt strangely reluctant to admit which friend, and instead accepted a cup of coffee from their house-elf.
"Ah." His father's lips curled. "Couldn't wait a few days, eh?"
"I'm sending back some of my books since I can't take them all by portkey. I need to Shrink them." It made a reasonable excuse.
His father didn't reply to that, and he ate while his father worked on something. Like Cedric, Amos Diggory had adopted a number of Muggle technologies, including yellow legal pads and pens. After a while, he asked, "Is this an old friend of yours from school?"
"No." Cedric didn't elaborate.
His father glanced up. "Is it a girl?"
Cedric resisted rolling his eyes. "Yes, dad, it's a woman. And she's just a friend."
"Mmmm," his father said. "The owl's upstairs, probably taking a midday nap."
Characters: Hermione Granger, Cedric Diggory, (Amos Diggory)
Location: Toronto, Stoatshead
Status: Private
Summary: Happy New Year (and a small favor)
Completion: Complete
Dear Hermione,
I hope this note finds you well and your new year well begun. Please pass on my well wishes to Ron and Harry too.
I have a bit of good news. My mother thinks some of the paintings may be partly recoverable, or at least repairable. The lead image was damaged (the one that shows until a painting is activated), but the underlying images still function, or some of them do. With others, however, the magic is simply dead. She's planning to come to England some time in the spring to look at the other paintings, those that aren't hers.
Tomorrow, we're planning to apparate to Washington, D.C. to see the Smithsonian. The ROMM (Royal Ontario Museum) is undergoing renovations and mostly closed. I'd forgotten those had been scheduled. The new museum is, I fear, going to look more like an alien object than a building, much less a museum. Perhaps I'm overly conservative in that respect, but I prefer a museum to look, well ... elegant and old. I'm not terribly happy with the 'warehouse' appearance of ours, but beggers can't be choosers.
In any case, and what I'm writing for, concerns some books. I wasn't sure who to ask and hope that you won't mind my imposing on you with the attached packages of miniaturized books. I've been planning to bring back my library now that it seems I'll be staying in England. But even with extra-luggage fees, I'll have too much for the Atlantic Portkey (never mind the apparating required on either side of it). Therefore, I'm shipping you some of my library by owl, and would much appreciate it if you'd set them aside for me until I return. In exchange, you're more than welcome to look through it and copy anything that interests you.
Is there any interesting news? I miss youStoatshead.
Fondly,
Cedric
Finished with the letter, he headed downstairs still dressed in is pyjamas, where his father sat sipping coffee at the kitchen table. "Can I borrow your owl?"
Grinning, his father said, "I was wondering if I'd see you before noon today. And who are you owling?"
"A friend of mine in Stoatshead." Cedric felt strangely reluctant to admit which friend, and instead accepted a cup of coffee from their house-elf.
"Ah." His father's lips curled. "Couldn't wait a few days, eh?"
"I'm sending back some of my books since I can't take them all by portkey. I need to Shrink them." It made a reasonable excuse.
His father didn't reply to that, and he ate while his father worked on something. Like Cedric, Amos Diggory had adopted a number of Muggle technologies, including yellow legal pads and pens. After a while, he asked, "Is this an old friend of yours from school?"
"No." Cedric didn't elaborate.
His father glanced up. "Is it a girl?"
Cedric resisted rolling his eyes. "Yes, dad, it's a woman. And she's just a friend."
"Mmmm," his father said. "The owl's upstairs, probably taking a midday nap."