Jan 30, 2004 06:31
Hey, Moony. I'm sitting in my office, on prolly the only break I'll have the entire day. Apparently the brawl at the Dove? Attacks. All of 'em, so we're going through the paperwork.
I've left some tea in the kettle for you when you wake up, and I'll try and get out of here as soon as possible to see you---will you owl Amos and tell him that I'm not going to be able to meet him at the pub tonight, and say I've very sorry, but I'll be exhausted.
Which, frankly, I already am right now.
That, and I'm in trouble with McKinnon and McGonagall. Save me, please.
Love you, Moony.