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Mar 19, 2008 01:47

Twelve days until I'm back at Hogwarts. I swear on Merlin's mouldering grave, if I don't get out of this house soon, I'm going to explode. Mum can't sleep and has been in my room, braiding my hair and rambling about how much she's going to miss me for hours now and I only just got her to leave. She was nodding off. I don't know if I can't wait ( Read more... )

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rathereffable March 19 2008, 06:10:50 UTC
How glad I am to be an eldest son.

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dontswatme March 19 2008, 06:13:24 UTC
I got the wrong genitalia, I'm afraid.

Do you think it's possible to alter people's wills for them?

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rathereffable March 19 2008, 06:24:46 UTC
What a pity! Not to say that yours are lacking, but goodness, what an awkward conversation this is turning into.

Daddy threatens to skip over me and hand everything to Arty sometimes when he's just slightly upset with me, though I can't imagine why.

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bawlbellow March 19 2008, 06:16:25 UTC
I don't think you want a baby brother.

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dontswatme March 19 2008, 06:21:46 UTC
Seeing as the alternative is that my mother keeps having children until menopause hits or a boy comes along, yes, I do.

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smithami March 19 2008, 15:49:22 UTC
I doubt the cat will still be around by the time you inherit anything.

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buttonholed March 19 2008, 16:25:30 UTC
Your mum makes you massage her feet? That's repulsive odd.

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playingcupid March 20 2008, 21:44:42 UTC
I dunno, I already prefer being related to the fetus.

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