My twenty-first year.
Thank Merlin we decided on a reasonably early party, or we would still be trying to rid ourselves of unwanted guests. Some of us need to get to bed at a decent hour.
Yes, you, little britches. You've been up since dawn, and Daddy needs a break. I don't know, Morsel. Maybe we can visit The Burrow tomorrow to see if Amelia is there. If nothing else, Mrs. Weasley ought to have treats for us.
Most of the interlopers brought me books or potions ingredients as gifts. Mother was a bit more industrious and ordered some truly foppish clothing I wouldn't be caught dead in, which I blame on her being too exhausted from turning my godfather's rat's nest into someplace livable to focus on stylish menswear. Or possibly this is the sort of drivel she's been buying the good professor, which would explain him occasionally sharing My Son's new favorite facial expression.
I've begun packing for all members of the family, since allowing anyone to pack for him or herself would mean spoiling the surprise. Potter ought to be very surprised, as I don't think he quite knows the location exists. In any event, we'll be leaving by Portkey Tuesday afternoon once Potter has stuffed all of us full of my excellent birthday brunch, and taking time zones into account, we ought to arrive just in time to beat the crowds.
It still strikes a sour note not to have spent our anniversary in Cannes, but if all goes according to plan, this ought to trump a lazy week loafing about the beach house. We can handle breaking tradition just this once. At least we're all making good use of last year's birthday gift.
Yes, you, little britches. You've been up since dawn, and Daddy needs a break. I don't know, Morsel. Maybe we can visit The Burrow tomorrow to see if Amelia is there. If nothing else, Mrs. Weasley ought to have treats for us.
Most of the interlopers brought me books or potions ingredients as gifts. Mother was a bit more industrious and ordered some truly foppish clothing I wouldn't be caught dead in, which I blame on her being too exhausted from turning my godfather's rat's nest into someplace livable to focus on stylish menswear. Or possibly this is the sort of drivel she's been buying the good professor, which would explain him occasionally sharing My Son's new favorite facial expression.
I've begun packing for all members of the family, since allowing anyone to pack for him or herself would mean spoiling the surprise. Potter ought to be very surprised, as I don't think he quite knows the location exists. In any event, we'll be leaving by Portkey Tuesday afternoon once Potter has stuffed all of us full of my excellent birthday brunch, and taking time zones into account, we ought to arrive just in time to beat the crowds.
It still strikes a sour note not to have spent our anniversary in Cannes, but if all goes according to plan, this ought to trump a lazy week loafing about the beach house. We can handle breaking tradition just this once. At least we're all making good use of last year's birthday gift.