Come on now, open wide...
My little list of worrying things:
1. I am less than a month (I'm sure) away from having not one, but TWO more kids. Which is wonderful. It's exhilerating and always just...amazing. But Merlin. That makes it five. On MY wage? It'll work out. Yeah. It will.
2. Molly, as always, is working far too hard. Worrying FAR TOO MUCH. Sometimes she should just calm down and let things take their course. Please, Molly. Sit down, have a rest, leave the kids to their own devices for an hour or two. I should take her out or something. Hmm. Can I enlist her brothers, perhaps? I shall figure this out. OH! IDEA.
3. From a purely observing point of view, something's stirring with those Aurors. Haven't seen Kingsley for a few days, which is odd as him and Frank normally come say hello at lunch at least. Frank's absence is explicable as he's probably off having mind blowing married sex. Kingsley's is...odd. Something's going on.
4. I seem to have run out of socks. I think I'll wash my own today. Let my Molly sleep.
I think that's it. OH! NO!
5. Malfoy, as always, is a dick.
Hello gentlemen of the not so gentle kind. I don't suppose you're both up for doing me a favour? And coming and looking after three little brats angels for me? Well, could you kind of remove them from my house please? On Sunday? And could one of you distract Molly for the morning? Or something.
To recap. One of you find somewhere to take my lovely little boys and one of you distract Molly. Please.
End of briefing.
Thanks,
Arthur.
Can I first start by apologising. To everyone because quite clearly I am committing a sin by owning a scroll despite the fact my family isn't rolling in a big pile of money, I can't go and sit under a tree in the ninth hectare of my grounds to write in it because I don't HAVE a hectacre, let alone nine. Oh, Mr Malfoy, I'm so sorry for my lack of aristocratic heritage. I'm so terribly sorry I'm not lost so far up my own arse I can see Crabbe's feet, like you. Because you know, everyone who has these clearly has to fit into your strict social model. God forbid me, a lowly pauper wanting to socialise. Tis a sin against sins and may Merlin forgive me for wanting to TALK.
Now that's over with. It's starting to look like spring. You can tell as there's an increase in pranks on toilets. Oh, and has anyone seen my trusty Rufus the Tiger? Anyone probably being Molly.
Also a round of applause to Frank and Alice. Nice wedding guys. Good cake, for one.