I'm sorry... I had several small catastrophes here last evening. It started before supper with another of Mr Oglethorp's sick headaches, which leave him so discombobulated. And then I had Mr Twee with a cursed splinter--the things children keep at the bottom of their trunks! And Miss Pummel with a flesh-eating spider bite.

And all that came before the runs swept through the Ravenclaw thirds... a batch of trick sweets shared whilst revising, apparently.

I was in and out, up and down, I'm afraid, but I'm very sorry if I missed you.

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