Jan 17, 2004 20:41
Well well well.
Back from Romania for a bit thanks to Auror duty. All work and no play for poor old Tonks. Woe is me. I miss the babies and the tattoo and the Charlie.
Have a little meeting tonight and then it's off to Newcastle to nose around a bit and maybe get in a footy match or sommat. OLE OLE OLE OLE. It's not Quidditch but then what is?
The Prophet makes for excellent lining on the floor for Buckbeak.
Right then, off I go.