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In some fit of inspiration, Arabella Figg sent Harry and me beef-jerky tea only slightly less strong than the sort Ron has. Ron tells me that he tried using some of the tea in his packet to make Chinese tea eggs; but Percy dropped by, decided any sign of Ron cooking was sinister and bound to explode, and threw the whole thing out. Still, Ron claims his preliminary results were good; I may have to try a similar experiment.
Arabella Figg has also promised us a kitten; which would be lovely, assuming I could persuade Crookshanks to tolerate it (he has at least mellowed in old age). I wonder, though, if it might not make more sense to find a kitten in Cardiff. And Harry doesn't have a job here yet, either.
Arabella Figg has also promised us a kitten; which would be lovely, assuming I could persuade Crookshanks to tolerate it (he has at least mellowed in old age). I wonder, though, if it might not make more sense to find a kitten in Cardiff. And Harry doesn't have a job here yet, either.