A disaster's a disaster no matter what Christian language you drag it through.
So, my pay is going back to normal. Thank GOD. No more grovelling to dad. Which has to be the most humiliating thing in the world, only beaten by actually telling Molly I had my pay docked. In other good news, we've finished this bill, at last.
The BAD news is, with the current climate and people scurrying all over the place with other things, it'll never be passed. I suppose I'll ask the Minister what she thinks, but it won't be good.
More good news is that my brother-in-law is married. Well, one of them. So I have MORE random relatives to have strange fun with. And hopefully the boys will have someone to play with too, at some point. Save them clinging to me and Molly CONSTANTLY. Oh, and I love how I got left with all of them.
Ah, work's a bit boring now we've finished writing that bill. Everyone else seems to be in a panic. I'll have a look around, see what I can find out about what's going on.
This would be a bad time to tell you we've finished our Muggle Protection Bill, wouldn't it? Thought so.
I'd also like to take this Friday as paid holiday. Not a problem, is it?
Arthur Weasley
I'm hopefully getting Friday off. Can we take the boys out somewhere? I was thinking the zoo, as Bill does like animals, but I think we'd be better off asking them, don't you think?
Love you.
Well, isn't this lovely. Someone's pinned an article about violence against Muggles on my office door and written on it 'you next'. How childish of them. Umbridge. Can we do anything about this, do you think? Probably not, I know, as Malfoy and his lackeys will make sure nothing happens to who did it. Still not a very nice thing to get in from lunch to.
...they've stolen my troll. My little, replica of me, troll. This is devastating.
On a lighter note, can anyone recommend somewhere to take five lively little boys on my day off?