I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good: Private message to Terry Boot

[alt_neville]

Terry: Portkeys aren't working. So we can't use the go-to-hell portkeys Mum and Dad gave us. In case of emergency.

Can you ask them, uh...there isn't any emergency going on. Is there?

Sorry, don't mean to be panicking or anything. But we're at the Twelfth Night Faire in New London, and Evelyn's getting really nervous.

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[alt_neville]

We're home again. Once she got wind of the portkey trouble, Gran and Uncle Algie took us home immediately via side-along. Gran doesn't like using anything but the Floo, but...yeah. She was a little worried, and she wanted to get us out of there.

Let us know about the portkeys as soon as you can. Thanks.