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Lanval Trevelyan: 17 September 1942 [13.04.09|12:25 ]
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It's good to be home. Except for the part where there's nobody here, and I'm fairly sure that means there's something going on that I should know about, because I wrote to both of our parents and told them I expected I'd be home today by...right about now.

I got a note from Mother, but I had to burn it, because it mentioned a certain cousin of ours who is supposed to be very dead, and now I can't remember what the rest of it said, but I know she mentioned going to visit Aunt Dracaena, except...she thought she would be home by now.

I wish I could tell Laurent she's not dead. But it would be such a bad idea even to write to him.

Aha, there's a note from Eglantine here...

Aha. She's bringing Tristan and Alexiel home with her from the Academy tonight. (Mum, not Eglantine. Eglantine is here in the house somewhere. I think.) Which means that not only has the Academy cocked everything up, the Penroses have again too.

(I can just hear Seth Goldstein saying the Pope is still Catholic. Or perhaps that was Kiran.)

I'm surprised they're not bringing the cousin back too. Wonder how Aunt Dracaena won that throwdown. Or if Grandmother's got involved.

Linkloudly sing cuckoo!

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