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Apr 25, 2005 21:02

Well it was a bit dusty, and a bit rushed. And a bit unexpected, but we've successfully (if one can call it that) closed up shoppe. Only very vigilant Aurors and teenage boys without enough pocket money see flying motorbikes as a sensible investment, apparently. And given the choice between returning to Sirius' ancestral home or a more familiar abode (conveniently outfitted with friends who are by now as close as family), we've chosen the more familiar of the two.

Harry, we've been given the armour gallery on the third floor for our quarters. The suits of armour have been gathered up by Moody for security detail, it would seem, which is just as well because I think hearing them clank around in the middle of the night would disturb my sleep, or at least give me very noisy dreams. It's rather spartan in here, but I'm told that you and some other students will be sprucing the place up with proper furnishings.

Oh, and for your information, Miss Lovegood, the dogman does indeed sleep in a bed.
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