(Untitled)

[_susie_bones_]

They told me I can go home tomorrow. And my dad somehow convinced my mother that I'll be okay back at the flat. Is my dad a godsend or what? I had to agree to some of her terms, though. So, looks like my mother will be flooing over every afternoon for about an hour. I tried to get her down to 30 minutes, but she wouldn't budge, so I stopped

Comments

[cards_n_badgers]

PM for Justin: Yeah, maybe not a good idea right now, mate. You did just disappear. Even I didn't know where you went. I figured you went home to your family. I know you didn't want to be around when she was mourning over Seamus. But you could of stepped in to see if she was alright and let you know you cared. As a friend at least. Not that I'm angry or anything. A tad disappointed maybe. You're a better man than that, Justin.

I could put in a good word, mate. Consequently, how the hell do you keep coming up with wicked tickets? Your a connected bastard, aren't you? No need for the bribes, mate. Not that I'm not taking them. I'll shout us a round of beers as thanks. And desperate isn't a good look on you. Where did that confident lady killer go? Oh, right, you fell hard. Anything for the lady. Welcome to my world.

[OOC: *is humouring you* Ha, no, I think it's a good idea. But wouldn't wizards call them owls? Or, if in the ministry (or some other office/building I guess), charmed paper planes aka memos? Or do you mean give the journals a PM system? Yeah. We could always update with owls.]