OWL POST: Remus Lupin
Remus,
Shit. Three weeks? It can't have been three weeks. It's just been a week or--yebany v rot. I was supposed to be back after the first week.
Right.
Sorry about that. It's just been with them barely sleeping at the same time unless they're both in the pushchair being wheeled around the flat and then we barely sleep and there are so many nappies and rompers and do you know how much laundry has to be done? I'm always putting in wash and my laundry charms are wretched. I don't know how Nymphadora stays so calm.
And then there's the house elf. I swear sometimes I think he's plotting on how to smother us in our sleep, the way he looks at us. Odd creature. Very.
Work, yes. I'll be in tomorrow. Keep my bloody desk where it is. And no one touches it. Especially not Elle. For God's sake, don't let her organise anything. I'll never find it in the cabinets. I need my piles exactly where they are. I have a system; I know where everything is on that desk--I don't care what she says. Or thinks. If she moves even one folder, I'll never see it again and then we'll have an hour-long argument about her moving my things which will end up with me slamming the door on her and her calling me a bloody arrogant prick and at some point my father will be impugned and I'll have to put a potion in her coffee to make her spotty and then she'll hex my arse to my chair, and really, it's best the office not be forced to deal with what will happen next.
I'll see you in the morning.
Marcellus
Shit. Three weeks? It can't have been three weeks. It's just been a week or--yebany v rot. I was supposed to be back after the first week.
Right.
Sorry about that. It's just been with them barely sleeping at the same time unless they're both in the pushchair being wheeled around the flat and then we barely sleep and there are so many nappies and rompers and do you know how much laundry has to be done? I'm always putting in wash and my laundry charms are wretched. I don't know how Nymphadora stays so calm.
And then there's the house elf. I swear sometimes I think he's plotting on how to smother us in our sleep, the way he looks at us. Odd creature. Very.
Work, yes. I'll be in tomorrow. Keep my bloody desk where it is. And no one touches it. Especially not Elle. For God's sake, don't let her organise anything. I'll never find it in the cabinets. I need my piles exactly where they are. I have a system; I know where everything is on that desk--I don't care what she says. Or thinks. If she moves even one folder, I'll never see it again and then we'll have an hour-long argument about her moving my things which will end up with me slamming the door on her and her calling me a bloody arrogant prick and at some point my father will be impugned and I'll have to put a potion in her coffee to make her spotty and then she'll hex my arse to my chair, and really, it's best the office not be forced to deal with what will happen next.
I'll see you in the morning.
Marcellus