Justin Finch-Fletchley

Harry,

I say, well done today, old man. How are you feeling? Sorry I couldn't work out a better way to keep Finnigan and Patil from doing their best, what. I did recommend we go careful where the Lord Protector's son was concerned but Patil seemed to think Professor Desai would take that amiss.

Then again, of course, Professor Desai didn't give one much time to plan a properly innocuous spell, what. Still, one tried without making it seem to go too easy.

She didn't half seem pleased, though, which seems jolly good, considering she might have taken it differently.

For everyone else, Professor Desai had us organise in threes. I say, Patil presumed I'd be joining her and Finnigan and it seemed the wrong time to put up a fuss. When everyone else had all chosen partners, only Harry, Zach, Bulstrode and Jones were left. Bulstrode rather pushed her way in with Harry and Zach, leaving only Megan, but Professor Desai said that she'd a special use for her and called her forward.

When it became clear Professor Desai meant to make Jones defend against all comers, what, Harry volunteered to take her place. I say, Professor Desai took it bally well graciously, considering, and let him. Harry, what was the spell she recommended you use? Seemed to work a treat at keeping the worst of the rebounded curses at bay. Not all, though, what.

Perhaps if you decide to sacrifice yourself in future, you might consider appointing some of us as a replacement. No one of us can reasonably defend for a whole two hours at a stretch, alone; if we take it in turns, we stand a chance of keeping ourselves reasonably healthy.

-Justin

Listen, everyone:

Does anyone know if they're going to clean out Madam Umbridge's office and quarters soon?

I think we might want to have a look in there before anything can be binned, what.

I've been talking with Megan Jones. I know, Sally-Anne, that you'd prefer on the whole that we never speak to her again, what, but she's been terribly abused by Madam Umbridge just as much as anyone else this year. Perhaps more. But she was privy to some of Madam Umbridge's plans, or at least, her collaborators' plans. Last night, Megan said:

Madam Umbridge wanted me to make a list so one particular fellow servant of Our Lord would have what he needs for his work. And what he needs is expendable people. Who are halfbloods.

I say, even if MLE were to come and investigate her death, I bally well doubt they'll be looking for that sort of thing. Or that they'd jolly well care if they found it.

I think we ought to have a look round. Tonight.

-Finch-Fletchley

Hullo, all,

I think if we're to endure these Saturday formal suppers from now to the end of term, we'd best get some permanent supplies into the secret room, so we can all have quite a hearty luncheon and not go hungry.

I say, I tried to get Smith and Bobolis not to tuck in so greedily, but it was difficult with the seating what it was.

I nearly fell asleep listening to that speaker, what?

But I wanted to tell you all that Susan, Hydra and I went up to the hospital wing this morning to look in on Megan and see if we could get her to tell us anything more about what happened last night. It started off well enough--she really was rather pathetically pleased to have visitors, what--but just as we were settling in to a comfortable chat, a card, a vase of pink flowers and a box appeared on her bedside table. Susan helped Megan open the card and the box; there was a new badge inside for Megan. The card was--well, it was the sort of get-well card one might send to a distant niece on hearing she's broken her arm or something. Bally well perfunctory, what. And the less said about the badge the better.

But Megan's whole face transformed and she said to Sue, 'You see?' and then she refused to say anything more than small talk. We did linger a while, not wishing to be rude, but it was bally well clear she had no intention of giving anything away after that arrived.

She had the decency to ask after Fawcett. We told her that she's missing, of course, and presumably was brought to harm in the Forbidden Forest. I say, she rather blanched at that, and quite rightly, too.

-Justin

Sally-Anne,

What's your timetable this afternoon? Megan's been having more and more trouble in lessons all day. I say, I think she might need something to reverse the damage. If we can figure out how to get something to relieve her, what, without her being any the wiser as to who came to her aid.

Sue, don't you agree?

-Justin

Hullo, All,

Well, I've had my first taste of the Hufflepuff dormitories, what? I say, it really is quite cosy, if ever so slightly cramped, with six of us. (And Summers is rather a giant, isn't he? Plus he and Smith are bally well slovenly, I must say.) But it's near the kitchens so it ought to be comfortable in the winter months. And it's closer to Slytherin's common room entrance than Ravenclaw Tower is, at any rate.

The Jugsons were pleasant enough. Mr Jugson seemed well stiff at the press conference but I think that was perhaps the reporters and cameras; he was jolly kind afterward when we were talking. Hydra's right about Mrs Jugson, though: She's well sober and not at all gracious. But I'm sure everything will be fine. At least Mr Jugson did say straight off that he had no intentions of creating any difficulties. I say, perhaps Mr Rosier spoke to him beforehand. I shouldn't wonder if he'd shared my concerns, what.

Remy and Alfie may be another matter but as Hydra says, I'm older and a good deal taller than either of them. I only hope they don't decide that two-on-one is a sporting ratio, what? (Joking, for the most part. Remy in particular knows that I've as much damning information on him as he has on me, so I rather think he can be relied upon to keep Alfie in line.)

Pansy, you're right: Susan Bones is cracking good fun. Megan Jones and Ernie MacMillan are both well nice, too. Hopkins and Stebbins are quiet but I expect that's just because none of us know one another too well yet. I say, it's no Gryffindor Tower, Ron, but on the whole I think I shall be most content.

-Justin