Well then...

[alt_pomona]

Our Headmistress has finally convinced me that it is high time I went and joined the twentieth century, which means that yes, you may find me using this rather silly book from time to time.

You children--and I suppose my colleagues as well--can feel free to contact me here if you need me for anything that can't be done in person.

However, I can't promise that I will always answer right away, especially if I am in Greenhouse Three, as it would be most unwise to give those plants any less than my full attention.

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[alt_poppy]

Bless your cotton socks, you've come 'round at last.

I know you find books suspect at best, but perhaps if you consider that this is a gathering space between the leaves, you'd warm to it more fully.

Teasing aside, I'm glad to see you writing. I suppose this means I ought to write something besides private messages in my own book.

[alt_pomona]

Oho, so you're stooping to puns now?

Keep in mind that those who tease may not be offered tea!

[alt_poppy]

It was a calculated risk.

It's my turn to invite you, at any rate. Have you time in your week?

[alt_pomona]

For tea?

Always.

[alt_poppy]

Stop up today after you've finished with lessons, then.

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[alt_pomona]

My thanks for tea; it was most restorative.

And thank you for lending your listening ear as well, and not dismissing my concerns as mere maundering.

Truthfully, though I'm giving Minerva the public credit (or blame?) Rolanda is one of the reasons I started writing publicly.

She doesn't miss much, and I don't doubt she'd notice if I started carrying my book around with no explanation--doubly so if no messages ever appeared!