Right, so if you're sober, I think you should answer your Floo. I might be drowning under nappies and onesies at the moment, but I do eventually get to reading the Prophet.

Right, so I happened to be dropping something off in Remus's office this evening at work before coming home to a somewhat cranky wife, a sulking house elf and two screaming infants who couldn't stop their noses from changing every five seconds, and really, would someone care to explain to me exactly why Remus Lupin has on his bookshelf a photograph ( Read more... )

Remus,

Shit. Three weeks? It can't have been three weeks. It's just been a week or--yebany v rot. I was supposed to be back after the first week ( Read more... )

Professor Slughorn ( Read more... )

My Vi, now that they're both asleep at the same time for bloody once...

Have I told you lately that I love you?

Slip out here and come pretend to watch Astaire and Rogers with me while we both sleep on the couch until they wake up again. Mistlethwaite will bring them to us, you know he will. And we've plenty of sandwiches left if you're hungry--I ( Read more... )

Mrs Weasley Molly ( Read more... )

They're here.

Yes. They're. As of 8:03 this evening ( Read more... )

Right. So Nymphadora just Floo'd me here at work and I've only been here for a half hour and we really thought that perhaps the contractions this morning were nothing really because they were twenty minutes apart and the Healers said not to worry about them because they might stop, but her water broke five minutes ago and that probably means, no it ( Read more... )

Draco,

I can't sleep, although I've Nymphadora tucked in finally, tear-stained but asleep. ( Not exactly the manner in which I was planning to spend my wedding night, I must say. )

I'm going to throw up.