Oh bloody hell am I knackered. Just got off a double shift at WWW. Customers snatching up stock right and left, and me stuck manning the register all alone while the Fraternal Units ran around like decapitated farmyard animals trying to keep up with demand. That'll teach them to have a sale ( Read more... )

Right. Well.

I could fucking well do with a drink.

Who's in?

Well.

If I thought Mum was in a right state before, it was nothing compared to how she is now. She hasn't stopped crying since that bloody article came out in the Prophet naming Percy in the Gingerbread House scandal. It seems to have come as quite a shock to her although not to the rest of usFor my own part, I've been rediscovering the cathartic ( Read more... )

PERCY WHAT THE BLOODY HELL.

Yeah, well. So.

I've been sleeping like crap lately, which should come as a surprise to no one, myself included. Mum's been in a right state ever since Easter, and for once I can't say I blame her. It's as if her Boggart has come true for someone else and now it's only a matter of time before death comes calling at the Burrow. Merlin forbid. ( Read more... )

Taking a (well-deserved) break from sprout-peeling. Don't even like the bleeding things, but don't tell Mum I've said that ( Read more... )

Plan to take to the streets has thus far proved a cautious success. Had brilliant time with Harry and various city dwelling folk who live nearby him ( Read more... )

Mum's been driving me spare lately. She takes any moment I'm within Burrow grounds as an invitation to put me to work about the place. (Because apparently WWW pay me to lark about.) She had me tackling garden gnomes the other day. Every uncovered bit of skin I possess now looks as if it's been attacked by rabid polecats. Nasty little buggers, more ( Read more... )

Percy.

Please tell me you did not attempt to have it off with snog Millicent Bulstrode.

I may be sick. You unbelievable bleeding prat

Brilliant game yesterday!

Bit off on the snitch though, Harry. From where you went, you would've thought the Snitch'd flown up the brown-haired Chaser's skirt. Ha ha ha.

Received any exploding packages in the post, yet?