04/12/80

[forthecraic]

Dad just realised that if he goes with the Nowleses to the Malfoy Snowball thing that he'll be leaving Gilly and me alone for Christmas Eve until he finally gets home and we go to the midnight Christmas service. Now we're both of age -- far past it really, can't believe Gilly's eighteen now -- but apparently we can't be trusted

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[unsubtly]

Oh come on. We're talking about you and me. We can get out of any setup he tries to put on us.

[forthecraic]

Well, yeah, but don't underestimate Dad. He might lock us in the house or something with a locked liquor cabinet and decorate the fucking thing with tinsel.

As Finbar Quigley

[silvernpc]

Sounds like Darby's style.

Better start a stash.

[unsubtly]

Good plan. Matt? I have an idea.

[forthecraic]

Owls. Aunt Nan can see this.

as Nan Wadcock

[crimsonnpc]

Yes she can.

[unsubtly]

Hi!

We're just joking, really.

as Nan Wadcock

[crimsonnpc]

Yes, of course you did.

As Finbar Quigley

[silvernpc]

All they want for Christmas is to be treated like adults, Nan, how can I deny them that?

as Nan Wadcock

[crimsonnpc]

Because if those adults have their way, their livers will be shot before they're twenty-three.