private message to Ernie

[alt_megan]

You were the best! How you stood up to him -- it was dead brilliant.

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[alt_megan]

Oh, right, forgot to say: I made it back to the Strettons safely.

I'm glad they paid the fee for my Floo permit. But honestly, they'd never get a pureblood for the job, and Mrs Stretton doesn't want to have to train anyone else in. And it's not like they could make Jeremy do it. So they're stuck with me. But it is certainly handy that they aren't making a fuss about paying it, because otherwise I couldn't easily spend an evening with you in New London.

[alt_ernie]

I'm glad you could come out too. Despite the arse.

And they're lucky to have you, Megs.

[alt_megan]

Well, I'm lucky to have you.

[alt_ernie]

He was being an utter arse.

Honestly.

As if it were somehow

I dunno

It's just wrong. And I wasn't about to slip him a galleon for the inconvenience, because that'd be like saying you're inconvenient, which is not on.

[alt_megan]

Do you suppose many restaurants will start having secondary dining rooms for halfbloods now? I wouldn't think that many could afford to remodel. Unless they were large to begin with.

Maybe they'll have halfbloods waiting tables there. Which would at least mean some jobs for some people. I've heard stories about how hard it's getting.

The Strettons didn't just pay my Floo permit -- they paid my food-handling license fees as well. You know they're making us halfbloods get special licenses for that now too. And even though I don't make the jams, I guess just touching them means that I need a license.

It almost makes me want to spit in the baskets that go to certain Ministry offices.

[alt_ernie]

Yeah, it'd be pretty silly, I'd reckon.

I think they'd probably still insist on the fees and things even then, which is also sort of stupid.

It's like they're making it so that the people who want and need the work can't, you know, actually do it.