| lupercus @ 2004-01-21 15:12:00 |
| Current mood: |  calm |
Free at last.
Thank God Almighty, I'm free at last.
Shall be in the flat tonight, since I'm not up for long distances quite yet, accompanied by a certain house-elf with a penchant for socks. Thank you, Albus. I will look after Dobby as best I can, while he looks after me.
The short of it: I'll never run any marathons, and no longer can I incorporate interpretive dance into any lectures, but I can stand and walk a bit, I can breathe, and food's staying down, and that's really all anyone can hope for on a daily basis isn't it?
Harry, I might see you at the weekend. Talk to Sirius, I believe he was going to look into it.
And Sirius? Thank you. See you tonight, perhaps? Give you a tour of the place.
Comments:
| lupercus @ 2004-01-22 04:26 am UTC |
I'm there now, so anytime would be lovely.
I'll put the kettle on.
| percyneedsalife @ 2004-01-23 08:32 am UTC |
Hullo, darling Harry old bean. Listen, have you still got that pocketknife you used to have?
(parent)| percyneedsalife @ 2004-01-23 08:41 am UTC |
George's moaning an awful lot. I think he might need something removed.
(parent)| just_harry @ 2004-01-23 08:57 am UTC |
Okay, I think you should probably go to St Mungo's, really fast.
(parent)| lupercus @ 2004-01-26 09:19 am UTC |
My deepest regrets, of course. I was so looking forward to colliding with trees at high speeds.
(parent)| lupercus @ 2004-01-26 09:21 am UTC |
I offered, Hermione, but he seemed most vexed by it. And I have it on good authority that he is still taking in his usual pay packet from Hogwarts, so I think I might have overwhelmed the poor thing.
However, he seems enamored of my single-sock collection, so I think we may have found a happy compromise on the subject of compensation.
How goes the potion, dear?