An entire village. Bloody hell.

Lee? Susan? What's going on?

Knackered. Abso-flipping-lutely. Too many people wanting to buy too many Christmas presents down the Three Ws.

Someone please kill me. Or at least put a sleeping spell on me that won't wear off until 1st January.

Happy birthday, Hermione!

Hm, I wonder who that 'undisclosed member of Law Enforcement' was.

Any ideas, anyone? Harry? Hermione?

You know, I do try to be sympathetic to Mum and her moods. Merlin knows I'm the first to defend her to anyone else, outside the family or in it, and she's certainly been under a lot of stress lately, what with all that's going on ( Read more... )

'Muggleborn separatist groups'? What are those, anyway ( Read more... )

Fred. George.

You know I'd willingly support you in anything you do, and as your sister I will always love both of you.

That said:

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!

Well, as long as we're all disclosing bits of private information, I suppose Harry and I had better come clean, hadn't we? Not that I wouldn't have admitted it anyway. Just thought I'd get into the general spirit of getting things off our collective bosoms.

Note to self: learn to cook as well as Hermione does. Mind, I can knock something up if the need arises, but I'm hardly as adept with spices for a start.

At any rate, it really was lovely. Thanks again, Hermione.