Private message to Justin Finch-Fletchley

[alt_luna]

I think you didn't see me, but I was turning around the corner of that stairwell just as that boy hexed you in the stomach. (That was Laurent Coty, I think. And it was his friend Henri Toubon along with him, wasn't it?) I was so surprised that I'm afraid I froze where I was. Anyway, they didn't see me. And then you took off so quickly after you picked up your book bag that that I didn't even have a chance to ask you: are you all right?

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[alt_luna]

I suppose my notes wouldn't do you much good, but if there is another way I can help, won't you let me know? Even if it's just to talk.

And you do know you can go to Madam Pomfrey, if any of the hexing gets too uncomfortable? She's very good, and she knows when to ask questions and when just to let things be.

Well, if your friend is shy, you are a good friend to ask for him. I'm not offended. I understand, since I'm sometimes a little--well, not exactly shy, but I like to keep my own counsel at times.

Would he be too shy to talk to me, do you think, now that you've broken the ice a bit? If he isn't, perhaps you could introduce us at breakfast?

[alt_justin]

Well, it sounds as if you two found a few things to chat about, what?

[alt_luna]

Yes, we did. Thank you for introducing us. I think this will work out very well.

Anyone who hates kidney pie as much as I do is surely a kindred spirit.