Order Only: Private message to Pansy Parkinson's

[alt_gredforge]

Pansy,

Bad news. We had a special delivery by a special messenger owl this morning from some officious bloke claiming to be Virgil Crispin's boss. He's had a report from Crispin that we tried to bribe him (!). Apparently, the reason we gave for the gift certificate is absolute rot, because Crispin denies even being at the opening; he can produce a half-dozen witnesses that'll affirm he was at the Malfoys' that afternoon.

Even the bleeding owl was cheeky. It came close to pecking George's eye out while he was trying to get the message off its leg.

We're going to have to respond, we reckon. Any ideas? We're sorry, Pans. We should have never tried to twist his tail with that journal entry thanking him for being such a tosspot.

Comments

[alt_gredforge]

Had an idea. But we need to talk with Lee Jordan.

[alt_pansy]

Okay. Just remember, public declarations probably wouldn't work in our favour. Perhaps dealing privately with the boss might be a way to go over his head a bit, and take the broom out from under him.

[alt_gredforge]

Yeah, that's more or less what we have in mind.

[alt_pansy]

And what, exactly, do you have in mind?

I'd rather not 'twist his tail' any more -- and if they're not going to pursue things legally, we should probably just go with a rather thorough apology -- and not posted where everyone can see, either.

[alt_gredforge]

Sent you an owl with a draft of the letter we're planning on sending. You should have it by now; what do you think?

[alt_pansy]

We really ought to get a solicitor.

Or at least I ought to get one, and then pester him whenever small things like this come along.

It has been incredibly inconvenient to not be able to talk to Mr Baddock.

[alt_gredforge]

Well, we're glad you think it's small.

Let's hope that in the long run Crispin's boss does, too.