Social dancing only. Gerald Mr Krumgold knows that ballet and chorus lines aren't of use to most of the general public. Samantha already wrote me a private message asking if he can teach us the Veela dance, though. Wouldn't that be a laugh?

I suppose I'm either being overly chipper or I'm not being my "usual self." Finding the right balance is hard. When I go to lessons or visit with Grandmother it seems that nothing's changed at all, but then, other times, I'm struck with this dreadful feeling that Barney hasn't forgotten anything, that he hasn't moved on at all.

On Sunday morning Miss Jessup found a mutilated rat on the front steps, right on the mat. Father says it must have been Isis (that's Queenie's new cat, for when she joins us at Hogwarts in autumn), but Barney knows how much I detest rats. And I've never seen a rat in all of Belgravia! I'm sure there's charms and things to keep them away.

So yes... I would love to meet for tea.