Christmas is swiftly approaching!
All is well again, apparently. I'm rather confused as to what happened, but I'd rather not dwell on it just yet.

Term is ending in one day! (well, two if you count all of the rest of today, but I'd rather not because saying that there is one day left of term just makes it that much more exciting than saying there's two days left of term!)


I've got a nasty bruise on my arm. Reckon its from when I ran into the door jam. Can't tell the family that, though. They'll torture me for weeks about my clumsiness. I think it might be from Quidditch. Can't tell Mum then, she'll go all crazy-like and want to nurse me back to health (because of a bruise) and then she'll forbid me from ever playing Quidditch ever because obviously my ickle arms cannot handle it. Honestly, my Mums a tad nutters sometimes. No matter.


Merlin! It's awful drafty in my dormitory this morning!

Oh. Stupid gits. Left the window open. It's winter! Do my dafty dormmates not understand the concept of cold? Honestly.


Private to Percy

So--- You're all right, then?

Are you coming to the Burrow for Christmas? I... I'm not speaking for Mum and Dad or anything. Just me. I won't tell them. I know things are... tense... between everyone.

But its Christmas.

Please?

I miss you sometimes.


Oh, this is my most favourite time of the year!