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[mostgiftedwitch]

*rubs her forehead* Have you ever noticed how time just slips away and suddenly, it's nearly November. You can't recall what you did, or if anything noteworthy happened, but suddenly... you find you don't fit in your clothes anymore and no amount of pulling, stretching and mending can make them any bigger. Not that I mind in the least, as I was telling Ron earlier. So when my typist went away for the weekend, dragging me with her, I thought it was a good a time as any to get some clothes that actually -fit-. Note to self: Remember to tell Ron beforehand, not after, if you are taking a few Galleons. At least Ron seemed to like what I got, which is always a good thing. I have missed him so, and having some lewd... person... suggest I go work in an... *coughs* adult club, while I was clearly maternity shopping... well, that was something I did -not- need to hear.

Of course... then I return to find everyone skiving off homework and all those things, in favour of playing Quidditch! (No, I'm not talking about -you-, Ron, you're excused because you are ill) Honestly! But... I suppose if 6 years of "nagging" did nothing, I doubt that one year more will make a difference. So... no more nagging, but also... No more copying my homework, you lot. Or requesting my help.

And last but not least... Ro? Gwador nín? You are -not- getting away with it... remember, my brothers in law are some of the most notorious pranksters... *grins in a devious way*