Private Message to Linus

[alt_lavender]

Linus, darling, I've been thinking about what you told me this morning and I've been wondering...

Were you really in earnest, or was it another one of your thought experiments?

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[alt_lavender]

From what I hear, Tibs has been hanging around the edges of Ptolemy Baddock's set--going to their parties and such.

I'm hoping he doesn't get much closer--although it's a bit funny that Mum isn't sure which of us to pleased with and which of us to be cross with.

And I hope you're right that they'll go easy on Karo.

You really think you can convince your father?

[alt_linus]

I am certain of it, my dear. Once I explain to him how important it is, both to myself and to our mutual future here, he cannot fail to see the proper path to take. My mother will help, too, I warrant. She does have a way of helping him see what is needful. (Hufflepuffs do have their strengths, it cannot be denied.)

But your Mum cannot be in sympathy with the Protectorate-that-was, surely?

[alt_lavender]

My Mum is trying to figure out who's going to win, and how to get by without damaging the family name too much either way.

[alt_linus]

I am proud that when it came to it, my father took a stand for the preservation of Hogwarts. I believe he remains in hope that Karo will somehow see reason, and judges it inadvisable to make an open declaration that might force her prematurely to a choice which she is not yet ready to make correctly. It is a subtle approach, yet ultimately may prove kinder and more wise. Yet he has been quite supportive of me remaining here.

When I write him tomorrow, I shall share news of the triumph involving the wards.

[alt_lavender]

It was a triumph! Why can't you just stay here and be happy being a wizard and doing that sort of thing?

Do you really want to go live among Muggles??? Are you ashamed of your wizardry somehow? Is this some sort of guilt?

[alt_linus]

It is not Muggles per se among whom I wish to live. It is poets. And one must go where the poets are. Were. And will be again, I make no doubt.

Besides, I am told they have opinions on the writing of history at Oxford the likes of which Professor Binns has never dreamt. Someone someday must set down a proper chronicle of these tumultuous, challenging, and spirit-refining times. Why should it not be a Moon who does so?

My dear fierce lady lion -- you aren't afraid, are you?

[alt_lavender]

No!

It just sounds like a wild Snorkack hunt or whatever those creatures were that Lovegood used to go on about.

And the poetry's lovely, but they're still Muggles.

[alt_linus]

Lavender, my dearest, I think perhaps we both ought to sleep on the matter before either of us says aught we might regret.

[alt_lavender]

I suppose we should.