Frantic note to Terry
You know what? There's nothing to be sorry about! NOTHING! and do you want to know why, Terry? Well I'll TELL YOU WHY because I just got the copy of the will and why did it take so long Terry? Well because she sent it in a velvet-lined basket trimmed in silk, charmed against wind and rain and carried by SIX EAGLE OWLS. And that? WAS IN THE WILL. "All copies of this will must be sent out in a blue velvet-lined baskets, trimmed with lavender silk, charmed against the wind and rain and carried by six eagle owls." Do you know why? Because she is MAD! DEAD AND MAD AND STILL HAUNTING ME. She really did hate me! LOATHE me, even. I mean I knew she was a backwards purist cunt that resented my existence because I was living proof of the fact that she was no longer in charge of the family and my mum married and shagged a muggle because the wizarding world has run out of purebloods everyone is everyone's cousin and there was nothing she could do about it and SHE LEFT ME EVERYTHING, TERRY. I mean not the house, most of the money is in the house and her stocks but everything that was in her personal bank account she's signed over to me ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY THOUSAND GALLEONS and 15 sickles and 12 knuts and she did it to make me MISERABLE. It's her way of exerting her control over me! Death's no reason to stop proving how much BETTER than me she is and I will be reminded of that every time I go to buy a pot noodle during my adult life that EVIL WITCH.