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I think I've given up on my attempts to talk Grans into changing her mind. Instead I wrote Uncle Owen, beseeching him to distract her long enough for me to actually do what I want to do. He replied saying the challenge sounded promising and that he was looking forwards to something difficult and dangerous. I'm beginning to wonder if there is something inherently wrong with my family, after that last letter. Mental, all of the them.
In other delightfully exciting news (if you hadn't guessed that's sarcasm), my hand was almost bitten off by the Venus Fly trap/ Hornet's Flower hybrid Professor Sprout has growing in the Restricted Green House. It's the first time it's ever tried to hurt me, normally it just sits there and purrs while I tend to its care. Am I losing my touch?
I think I've almost perfected my prank. Do you know where the Twins are? I've been debating whether or not to owl them and get some advice."
In other delightfully exciting news (if you hadn't guessed that's sarcasm), my hand was almost bitten off by the Venus Fly trap/ Hornet's Flower hybrid Professor Sprout has growing in the Restricted Green House. It's the first time it's ever tried to hurt me, normally it just sits there and purrs while I tend to its care. Am I losing my touch?
I think I've almost perfected my prank. Do you know where the Twins are? I've been debating whether or not to owl them and get some advice."