And so it begins.

[dracolicious]

I hadn't expected to be a part of the September first crowd milling about Platform 9 3/4 for a few years yet, but perhaps this is a blessing in disguise to prepare me for the day My Angel abandons me for the sake of her magical education. I likely won't perform as admirably as I did on Thursday, but that's rather to be expected. At any rate, all

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[boywholives]

When is it not bacon day in your world?

[dracolicious]

Rarely if ever.

[boywholives]

I'm going with the 'if ever' option.

[dracolicious]

Covers all the bases, I say.

[boywholives]

Come to think of it, I could go for a few rashers right now atop some thick buttered toast...

[dracolicious]

Don't toy with my emotions, Potter.

[boywholives]

Fancy a butty, then?

[dracolicious]

Does a Kneazle lick its own arse?

[boywholives]

...can't say as I've ever noticed.

[dracolicious]

Granger's rabid pussy certainly gets in enough licks. He can tongue his own bollocks for hours, especially if he's got an audience.

[boywholives]

Jealous?

[dracolicious]

Should I be? You would know better than I would, kitten.

[boywholives]

Oh shut up.

I'm glad that Jack seems to be doing so well.

[dracolicious]

Those Hufflepuffs are a notoriously cheerful lot. He'll manage.

[boywholives]

I worry about him the most, though. Well, aside from Frederic, but he seems to be learning English quick enough and should do just fine by the time he gets his letter...

[dracolicious]

Which won't be for years yet, so stop fretting.