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My wand was sent by an anonymous post owl this week, with a note containing a single, ill-formed letter: G. The poor penmanship certainly makes it more believable, but Aurors are still tinkering with it to make sure this isn't some grand scheme to either locate or harm one of us. I suspect that the only thing achieved was nearly killing the poor general delivery owl. I'm surprised the thing didn't drop dead over the ocean and lose the parcel forever, honestly. I wonder what's happened to Goyle since we left.
Mother has been beside herself ever since I returned home, but I couldn't very well hide from her on her birthday, so I invited her to spend a few days here with the family. My godfather is dealing with end of year exams, so he hasn't been much help with controlling her urges to smother. I won't lie and claim that having an extra set of eyes isn't appreciated, considering, but . . . anyway. She's been quite helpful with minding the kids, which gives Potter the opportunity to shag me on every possible surface and distract me from the sorry state of my life up until a few weeks ago. I forgot to slam my usual shot of Dreamless Sleep on Wednesday night, and woke screaming bloody murder in the early hours, clutching Muffin in my lap and teaching my pillow a lesson it won't soon forget. Had it been the other way around, I'd have drowned myself in the sea by now. If I'm to be mentally disturbed for the rest of my life, perhaps voluntary Obliviation might be the best course of action.
Mother has been beside herself ever since I returned home, but I couldn't very well hide from her on her birthday, so I invited her to spend a few days here with the family. My godfather is dealing with end of year exams, so he hasn't been much help with controlling her urges to smother. I won't lie and claim that having an extra set of eyes isn't appreciated, considering, but . . . anyway. She's been quite helpful with minding the kids, which gives Potter the opportunity to shag me on every possible surface and distract me from the sorry state of my life up until a few weeks ago. I forgot to slam my usual shot of Dreamless Sleep on Wednesday night, and woke screaming bloody murder in the early hours, clutching Muffin in my lap and teaching my pillow a lesson it won't soon forget. Had it been the other way around, I'd have drowned myself in the sea by now. If I'm to be mentally disturbed for the rest of my life, perhaps voluntary Obliviation might be the best course of action.