Er, so. Yeah so, the past few days have been... well, they've definitely been.
My Natter, I believe, was a Fudge supporter and refused to open for me until today when I shoved Harry's post-Quidditch practice socks in its mouth. I've scratches that'll remind me never to do THAT again, but at least it's... er... talking to me now?
God. These
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