[010] Saturday 22 August 2022.
There must have been a mistake.
FAILED PRIVACY CHARM TO THE OTHER MALE SEVENTH-YEAR PREFECTS, IE. JASPER ST JOHN, VICTOR ELMS, AND CADOC PHILLIPS.
All right, chaps, it's time for a confession -- which one of you FUCKING PRATS got the Head Boy badge? I bloody well know it's got to be ONE of you three, unless it's Potter. Wouldn't be surprised about THAT, although I suppose it's better than fucking YAXLEY, beastly beastly BEASTLY chap that he is and --
I say, what jolly nice weather we're having in these last days of summer before term begins! Such a pity that our list of school supplies had to be owled to us this past week as a reminder of the bonds of education to come, but I was rather pleased that there was a badge in the envelope as always. Good Lord, the rumours that must be going around right now about Head Boy and Girl -- has anyone heard any silly stories about that yet? My understanding is that we're not to be shouting about this sort of thing all over the journals yet -- mustn't get the other pupils too excited, poor souls.
/ FAILED PRIVATE
Can't stay to write much. Finally out of St Mungo's as of this morning and have to help Daddy get ready for his speech tonight. Ernie's already here, but it's just like him to come five hours too early, I suspect! There are still some spots left if anyone else would like to come -- just let me know and I'll give you directions. All funds raised will be donated to charity, of course, so it's all for a good cause! And Amity darling, is Smithy going to be there? I think Daddy promised him a round of drinks afterwards in the drawing room if he's up for it, and you know Daddy has good taste in champagne.
FAILED PRIVACY CHARM TO THE OTHER MALE SEVENTH-YEAR PREFECTS, IE. JASPER ST JOHN, VICTOR ELMS, AND CADOC PHILLIPS.
All right, chaps, it's time for a confession -- which one of you FUCKING PRATS got the Head Boy badge? I bloody well know it's got to be ONE of you three, unless it's Potter. Wouldn't be surprised about THAT, although I suppose it's better than fucking YAXLEY, beastly beastly BEASTLY chap that he is and --
I say, what jolly nice weather we're having in these last days of summer before term begins! Such a pity that our list of school supplies had to be owled to us this past week as a reminder of the bonds of education to come, but I was rather pleased that there was a badge in the envelope as always. Good Lord, the rumours that must be going around right now about Head Boy and Girl -- has anyone heard any silly stories about that yet? My understanding is that we're not to be shouting about this sort of thing all over the journals yet -- mustn't get the other pupils too excited, poor souls.
/ FAILED PRIVATE
Can't stay to write much. Finally out of St Mungo's as of this morning and have to help Daddy get ready for his speech tonight. Ernie's already here, but it's just like him to come five hours too early, I suspect! There are still some spots left if anyone else would like to come -- just let me know and I'll give you directions. All funds raised will be donated to charity, of course, so it's all for a good cause! And Amity darling, is Smithy going to be there? I think Daddy promised him a round of drinks afterwards in the drawing room if he's up for it, and you know Daddy has good taste in champagne.