January 3, 1979

[mejames]

Ha, what was that on New Year's? Kind of hard to avoid when it smacks you in the face everywhere you go.

I suppose the Malfoys will go off and have little gold-coloured babies now to match those gold flower thingamajigs.

Actually one wonders how those babies will be come about, both of them are such cold fish.

Comments

[mesirius]

What, you mean your invitation was lost as well? I'm sure your just as broken up over it as I am...

That is to say, not at all.

At least the ice princess isn't your first cousin. How can I, in all my infinite glory, be so closely related to them? It makes my brain hurt.

And please, do not talk about the Malfoy's spawning. I'd rather not have the thought of more of them ruin my entire day, thankyouverymuch.

[mejames]

What, you don't want a little cousin covered in gold snot? You could trade it for galleons! Enough for a Fortescue sundae, even.

[mesirius]

While I admire the thought - You think I actually want to get close enough to collect snot? You are mental, Pronglings.

But we all already knew this and love you anyway.

I think you should be the bearer of gold covered sprog - the messy-haired, myopic little darlings. Just think of the opportunities James! Think of them! We could build a whole house out of Fortescue's sundaes!

[mejames]

I'll pretend you didn't write that bit about sprog, thankyouverymuch. What are you trying to do, Mr. Domesticity? That's not my area of expertise, if you'll recall. And just because certain, uh, events are on the horizon, that doesn't mean anything! Anything, I said!

(Oh, and who said you had to collect snot? I thought you could take in the whole baby, platinum pacifier and all. I bet the goblins would like it.)