A snippet

[wemyss]

‘Who the devil is Lord Lambourn, and why is he asking me to luncheon at his club?’

‘What?’  Draco snatched the letter from Harry’s hand.  ‘So they’re renewing their frayed family ties, are they?’

‘What?’

‘You have seen Lord Stod Withers on your choccy-frogs cards, I trust?  Well, his grandmother was a Potter; Lambourn’s his, what, something-times-

Comments

[tree_and_leaf]

*groan*

Come, come.

[wemyss]

Were you not meant to be Haydn in a concert hall somewhere?

Re: Come, come.

[tree_and_leaf]

I was. Unfortunately, I fell asleep at the critical moment when I should have been buying tickets.