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[pint_of_bitter]

Mum popped in yesterday morning to wish me a happy birthday. It was a while since she'd Floo'ed in unexpectedly like that, I suppose it took some time for the shock to wear off after the last visit she decided to grace me with. As I recall, it was the night we'd had the Russian sailors over, and Mum arrived right in the midst of a rather

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[jmff]

I didn't forget. Didn't you get the package I sent you?

[pint_of_bitter]

... No?

[jmff]

Something must have eaten my owl.

[pint_of_bitter]

Oh, I hope not! Poor Dorian. Maybe he just stopped to have a kip in a tree somewhere on the way?

[earnesternest]

Happy birthday, Marietta. Look out for an owl from me tomorrow.

I'm not going to Pucey's little ego stroke either - maybe we can get together with everyone who isn't going and have ourselves a proper party?

[pint_of_bitter]

Oh, bless you, Ernie, that's so sweet!

That sounds like a top plan to me. I think I've effectively scotched Mum's attempts to get me to that thing so I'm free that night.

[earnesternest]

Excellent. Closer to the date we'll organise something. Maybe that little cocktail place again, the one with that fit waiter you couldn't keep your hands eyes off?

[pint_of_bitter]

Smashing! I can't wait.