Molly, now that the chicks are all out of the nest, are you free to come up for a visit? We'd absolutely love to have you (and Arthur too, if he can manage it), and we'd very much appreciate the addition of those bee hives.
Well then, I will come. I'm eager to visit with you all, and to see all the wonderful progress that Bill's told me you've made. Would as early as tomorrow be all right? You could put me up in any spare corner, honestly, and I wouldn't mind in the least. I don't need to bring much, other than the hives, and I'll charm the bees to sleep and shrink them down for transport. Unless you need me to bring any other supplies for the Sanctuary?
(I can't imagine Neville getting into the sort of scrapes that my boys seem to fall into almost every week. How I wish a little of Neville's steadiness would rub off on Ron!)
We can put you up in Remus's old room -- I'm sure he wouldn't mind. We'll get fresh sheets for the bed and air out the room tonight.
The children are incredibly excited about getting bee-hives -- they've been studying beekeeping and bees for weeks now, and have come up with all sorts of essays and pictures about bees that I'm sure they'll all want to show you.
And you never know -- after all, they'll be dorm-mates for a good long while, won't they? Regardless of who ends up influencing whom, I do think it's wonderful that both our boys have become friends.
Molly, I'm proud of you for going. That's the ticket. You need to get away from all this for a bit, and the Sanctuary's just the place.
I swear, I felt more at home and more ease there than I have done in such a long time. I've been trying to think why trading one place filled with rambunctious youngsters for another should feel like a holiday, and I believe it's because at the Sanctuary there are no Governor's to placate, no bureaucrats demanding yards of parchment to document everything, none of these rotten apples who use their pureblood entitlement to harass and terrorise their peers. (Oh, it's begun again already, Molly, and it makes me simply ill to see it.)
In any case, I'm very glad you're able to go. Tell the children there that I think of them every day when I look at my collection of their drawings. I've hung them all on the walls of my little office.
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(I can't imagine Neville getting into the sort of scrapes that my boys seem to fall into almost every week. How I wish a little of Neville's steadiness would rub off on Ron!)
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We can put you up in Remus's old room -- I'm sure he wouldn't mind. We'll get fresh sheets for the bed and air out the room tonight.
The children are incredibly excited about getting bee-hives -- they've been studying beekeeping and bees for weeks now, and have come up with all sorts of essays and pictures about bees that I'm sure they'll all want to show you.
And you never know -- after all, they'll be dorm-mates for a good long while, won't they? Regardless of who ends up influencing whom, I do think it's wonderful that both our boys have become friends.
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I swear, I felt more at home and more ease there than I have done in such a long time. I've been trying to think why trading one place filled with rambunctious youngsters for another should feel like a holiday, and I believe it's because at the Sanctuary there are no Governor's to placate, no bureaucrats demanding yards of parchment to document everything, none of these rotten apples who use their pureblood entitlement to harass and terrorise their peers. (Oh, it's begun again already, Molly, and it makes me simply ill to see it.)
In any case, I'm very glad you're able to go. Tell the children there that I think of them every day when I look at my collection of their drawings. I've hung them all on the walls of my little office.