This is WWRVN, Radio Ravenclaw. We have a jam-packed show for you today. We begin with field correspondent elekanahmen reporting on activities for the last month of term: I’m sure you have all been waiting on the edge of your seats for the results of the Epic Cat Battle! Sorry to have kept you waiting, but I wanted to make sure everyone had time to edit their tags in if they forgot, and then of course it takes a little while for the search database to update… Or really, well, I’ve been grading and Official Cup Duties are a bit more important than silliness, even such important silliness as this! I looked over all the entries for all three feline contestants and I found it interesting that 2/3 of them had at least one SoS vote, and one of them had three different SoS supporters! 2/3 also had NQFY support from two different prospective students! All three of them, in fact, had at least one vote from SoS knitsNhikes! But of course what you all have been waiting for is the final result! In third place, with 36 votes, is TEAMTOEBEANS! Good showing, Burt! In second place, with 53 votes, is TEAMLEMONBELLY! Great job, Lemon! And blowing them both out of the water and taking the win, with 81 votes, is TEAMMIGHTYHUNTRESS! Congratulations, Athena! And of course the real winner is the lovely lady owned by these three crazy kids, our own beloved out-going Head of House, OneNeedleKnitting! Thank you elekanahmen! We received a letter from ChrisFixedKitty on her way to to Lindisfarne Dragon Refuge. Dear Towermates, Hallo everyone! Hope you’re all doing well, enjoying the Break Month party with Martin Freeman, Fondoo, *sigh* I’m camped for the night in the middle of nowhere, in a very pretty little green glen with a stream. The broomwagon is holding up, despite a certain wee dragon’s tendency to flip it over mid-flight to, I don’t know, get a better view or try to get more of her face into the wind. Thankfully, Preep doesn’t seem prone to airsickness. I’ve given up on covering her crate with the tarp and she seems a lot happier, especially when something catches her attention and she lunges to one side or the other of her crate. Makes my broom veer, too, and I think this might just be her new favorite game of All. Time. Sadly, I –am—prone to airsickness during prolonged turbulence, so we’re not making very fast progress toward the preserve. Lots of little breaks. I owe a great deal of thanks to Skrim, or maybe it’s Trim. My Tongue of the Little Creatures is coming along, but I gather my native Chicagoan accent is possibly the worst human accent to combine with it, shy of the New Jersey Shore. Anyway. He’s kept us on track, and his knowing the way has allowed me to push my broom to its speed limit, such as it is. I think this is the longest I’ve gone on a new trip without a major ‘getting lost’ incident, which makes for a really nice change. So nobody needs to worry about me. I’m in good talons. Annnnd… ah, well. Preep seems to have caught a rather large rabbit while I was setting up camp, so she and Skrim are well-fed and I get to eat all of my meatloaf sandwich by myself. Preep seems very willing to share with her new friend, very nice of her. That’s a big relief, both because I didn’t really have the weight to carry much in the way of vittles for all of us and because it means Preep already has some survival skills down. I’m hoping this means that she’ll make the transition to life at the preserve fairly quickly. As a bonus, one of the local owls is willing to carry this letter back in exchange for their leftovers. My love to all, and please make sure Robin the Feline Wonder is getting ONE dinner per night and not so many treats he turns spherical? Also, please make sure Little Bat gets some milk at the end of the night. Thanks everyone, more soon, CFK Thank you, Chris. Speaking on behalf of all members of the Tower, we’re gonna miss Preep.
