Private message to Poppy Pomfrey

[alt_sinistra]

All hope of discretion lost, I'm afraid - Madam Headmistress was hovering in the hallway when I came out, and there's no hiding I was in to see you.

Sorry, I was hoping to keep you out of wand range. You and Pomona both.

I was thinking more about that weather and forecasting book we were discussing, and then I completely forgot to bring it up with Tosha. But that whole practical aspect - that bit you were talking about, with how much more Pepper Up you might need, depending on when the weather turns keeps nagging at something else I've read.

Well, and I'm contemplating finite scheduling versus 'this might happen, but we don't know when yet' rather a lot right now, anyway.

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[alt_poppy]

Ah, well. Some things cannot be helped.

In any case, you needn't worry on my behalf.

I trust you found Professor Dolohov in good form tonight. I imagine he had any number of books he wished to discuss. I believe he was never without a book in hand when he was awake enough to read, and if I had a sickle for each time he mentioned wishing to discuss this or that with you, I'd be a wealthy witch!

As for the weather, do let me know if you've another resource to recommend. As I said, the Headmistress would like me to project exactly what portion of my stores and budget I will use for the remainder of the term, a calculation with rather a lot of variables, many of which depend to one extent or another on the weather.

Finite scheduling v. wishful contingencies. Indeed. I'm so sorry.