Private message to Barty

[alt_daphne]

Your elves appear to be spread rather thin down here, I'm afraid! I suppose that's what happens when the party filters out of the ballroom and into other parts of the house. The cooling charms on the edible garden must have worn off sometime this morning, because there's a growing puddle of cream and treacle on the floor. The one elf - what's the name of the one with the over-sized, crooked ears? - is taking to it all by herself, poor thing. Perhaps I ought to call Beesey and Kippy over from Spencer?

Has there been anything in the papers yet? Only I'm not sure I can bear to look. I'm not against criticism as a genera rule, but it can be hard to swallow when it's uncalled for. And as far as I'm concerned everything went off brilliantly, just as I envisioned it.

Have I yet thanked you thoroughly enough for allowing me to Hostess? Oh, and I should write to the Headmaster, too, to thank him for the jewelry.