Private message to Raz and Tosha
Mar. 8th, 2013 07:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_sinistraHypatia’s thrice-cursed sextant and all the lines of latitude.
Raz, love. You know how I was late to supper? And that Madam Headmistress didn’t appear at all? First. I’m fine. Really. Madam Headmistress is unfortunately also fine.
But I need to tell you, because she got the most absurd idea into her head, and I wanted to make sure she didn’t surprise you with it. Or anyone else.
She got the notion that somehow I must be pregnant.
I’m not, I swear on all the stars. And if I ever thought I might be, I’d tell you long before anyone else had the faintest guess.Especially after last year Besides, I’m very certain of the charm I use.
Anyway. She showed up at my rooms at ten to six, dragged me off to see Poppy, and only once I was there did she explain what she wanted. She insisted Poppy was hiding something, puffed herself up until she was red in the face.
And Poppy kept refusing to suggest the obvious - which is to say, testing - until her pinkness insisted flat out. It was clear no one was leaving that room until she got her way, and of the choices, it seemed like telling Poppy to go ahead was the choice that might solve something. And of course it confirmed that I’m not. She made Poppy do the test charm three times.
Madam Headmistress is still extremely put out. So much so that she stomped off. (Apparently not to supper. Small favours.)
I’m including Tosha because, well, strategy. And because I can’t decide now whether our plans for the three of us to test that experimental warding tomorrow and talk a bit are a good idea now or not. Much as I very much want to at least talk to you without half the staff trying to chaperone, Raz-my-love.
I’d half-thought of setting the Wizarding Repopulation folks on her for interfering in our relationship, but after this, I’m sure I don’t dare.
Raz, love. You know how I was late to supper? And that Madam Headmistress didn’t appear at all? First. I’m fine. Really. Madam Headmistress is unfortunately also fine.
But I need to tell you, because she got the most absurd idea into her head, and I wanted to make sure she didn’t surprise you with it. Or anyone else.
She got the notion that somehow I must be pregnant.
I’m not, I swear on all the stars. And if I ever thought I might be, I’d tell you long before anyone else had the faintest guess.
Anyway. She showed up at my rooms at ten to six, dragged me off to see Poppy, and only once I was there did she explain what she wanted. She insisted Poppy was hiding something, puffed herself up until she was red in the face.
And Poppy kept refusing to suggest the obvious - which is to say, testing - until her pinkness insisted flat out. It was clear no one was leaving that room until she got her way, and of the choices, it seemed like telling Poppy to go ahead was the choice that might solve something. And of course it confirmed that I’m not. She made Poppy do the test charm three times.
Madam Headmistress is still extremely put out. So much so that she stomped off. (Apparently not to supper. Small favours.)
I’m including Tosha because, well, strategy. And because I can’t decide now whether our plans for the three of us to test that experimental warding tomorrow and talk a bit are a good idea now or not. Much as I very much want to at least talk to you without half the staff trying to chaperone, Raz-my-love.
I’d half-thought of setting the Wizarding Repopulation folks on her for interfering in our relationship, but after this, I’m sure I don’t dare.
