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[alt_poppy]

Thank you for your tireless help Friday night, and bless you for the pastries that arrived yesterday, and for seeing that the elves brought tea this afternoon.

It has been rather wearing this weekend, for all of us. And having not been present at the feast, I can only imagine how difficult it's been for those of you who were.

How are you bearing up? I suspect the numbness has worn off. Have you slept at all?

I'm just dispensing calming, soothing, settling and sleeping draughts of various types and could easily send the elves with something if it would help. (And I be most pleased to hear how you are, even if you don't need anything at the moment.)

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[alt_sinistra]

Not much sleep, no, but that's not news. An hour here or there.

Lots of stars. Just came in to warm up, it's very November out there.

It's not just this feast, though that's bad enough. It's - I couldn't help thinking of the Games. (You might see if you can find out how Darius Warrington is doing, on that note.)

Had a few students up wanting space and company and no demands, I think, much as anything. And I can at least provide pastries and handkerchiefs and no sudden shocks and tea and biscuits.

(On that note, Mum's sending a package through in the morning.)

I'm just very tired. And utterly not up for explaining how if Tosha said anything other than what he did, we'd shortly be down a Headmaster as well, and that truly wouldn't help much. Not right now.

[alt_poppy]

No, I shouldn't think it would help at this juncture.

I've not had Mr Warrington here, so, yes, I'll make a note to myself to inquire about him. Thank you for the thought.

I take it from your studious lack of comment, that you would prefer not to throw potions at your sleeplessness. That's entirely your decision, but if you would like something, you've only to say. (Believe you know that already.)

Your mother is a lovely, lovely person. And her daughter is cut of the same cloth.

[alt_sinistra]

That helps, to hear you agree there.

I just keep thinking about the Games. There was a point, I don't think I told any of you, when Lucius and Dominic and Barty tried to argue for moderation. Anything other than slaughter. I can still hear

Know how well that worked.

I keep thinking, I'm almost glad Raz wasn't here. He liked Rolanda Hooch, rather more than I ever did.

I'd not mind a potion. At least having it on hand.

We're a school. There's supposed to be teaching. Learning. Can at least do my part about the teaching.

[alt_poppy]

I've asked an elf to bring you a bottle of the Small Mercies syrup. As you'll recall, the dosage is just a drop or two in a cup of tea (or broth, if you prefer). All you're likely to need is one drop, but there's no reason not to use a bit more if you find it helpful.

One mustn't forget, and yet sometimes our memories pile on top of newer traumas and cause us such distress. I'm sorry that is so for you.

[alt_sinistra]

Thank you, Poppy. And it does help, and I'd run out.

It - well. Price of other things. Price of living now.

I just saw Harry's comments. Think I'm going to take myself out on the tower again.

Tea, when things calm down?

[alt_poppy]

Yes, when things are calmer. And let us hope to see such days soon!