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_justin]

Oh, hullo, Luna.

Yes, I'm fine, thanks. I say, kind of you to ask. But really, it's nothing.

Well. I say nothing. One of my inkpots broke when Coty tossed my bag and it hit the wall a bit hard. Ink all over three of my homework assignments. Still. That's why one copies them before turning them in, what?

How are you, then? I say, any more missing shoes?

-Justin