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My life is finally getting back to normal, or so I thought until last night when the no doubt misbegotten spawn of a harpy and a fish hawker showed up at my stoop at 3 am and loudly refused to leave until I’d spoken with her. “Her” turned out to be the uterus-cum-public house from which the weasels were expelled.
I normally would have let the old slag rot outside, but I’ve gotten enough veiled hints from the porter that the Shrew’s spawn have been harassing the other residents, and if there are any more “disturbances” they’ll ask me to leave, so I ended up letting her up to search my rooms. The result of course is that I’m being hounded from my home by Weasels 4397849 through 9879874898 because Weasel 365447 cannot be bothered to call his mummy-kins and let her know he’s enjoying his stay in St Barts. Why is this my problem again?
Two hours later she was still poking through my drawers - which well done Weasels! No wonder you’re all idiots, having been spawned from a creature that actually seems to think Percy is hiding among my knickers - and giving no sign that she would be done anytime soon, I ended up apparating to Gingerbread to try and catch a few hours sleep in one of the guest rooms. I loathe loathe LOATHE staying at Gingerbread. I got not a wink of sleep and am quite cranky now. I suppose I’ll have to go back to the Cauldron and see if the Weasel shrew is done shaking out my shoes and calling “Percy”.
Idiot.
I normally would have let the old slag rot outside, but I’ve gotten enough veiled hints from the porter that the Shrew’s spawn have been harassing the other residents, and if there are any more “disturbances” they’ll ask me to leave, so I ended up letting her up to search my rooms. The result of course is that I’m being hounded from my home by Weasels 4397849 through 9879874898 because Weasel 365447 cannot be bothered to call his mummy-kins and let her know he’s enjoying his stay in St Barts. Why is this my problem again?
Two hours later she was still poking through my drawers - which well done Weasels! No wonder you’re all idiots, having been spawned from a creature that actually seems to think Percy is hiding among my knickers - and giving no sign that she would be done anytime soon, I ended up apparating to Gingerbread to try and catch a few hours sleep in one of the guest rooms. I loathe loathe LOATHE staying at Gingerbread. I got not a wink of sleep and am quite cranky now. I suppose I’ll have to go back to the Cauldron and see if the Weasel shrew is done shaking out my shoes and calling “Percy”.
Idiot.