Uncle Aunt Lucius throws an unforgettable party, but is it too much to ask that I not be called to duty the day after? I don't know who was responsible for that dingo attack this afternoon and, quite frankly, I don't want to know.
When I got back to HQ, there was a whole pack of Aurors setting out for the scene of a truly grotesque crime... I can't even speak of it. See for yourself:
IF ANYONE HAS ANY INFORMATION, PLEASE CONTACT ME IMMEDIATELY.
Luckily, they arrived in time to save Sirius from a fate worse than... er, you get the picture. Oh, my poor dear cousin! As if the rotting and falling apart weren't bad enough.
I do hope He Who Must Not Be Named Or I'll Lose My Sodding Job owls me later ;) I'd no idea that Parseltongue was so handy. Too bad Harry can't put his own to such good use.)
Where the fuck did I put that hangover potion?