AH, WHAT A GLORIOUS DAY. THERE IS NAUGHT BETTER THAN WAKING UP IN THE MORNING BESIDE MY LOVELY REDHEAD. I AM QUITE TEMPTED TO WRITE HER A POEM, POSSIBLY AN ODE. A MORNING ODE TO LILY EVANS, WHEN SHE HAS BED HAIR AND CRUST IN HER EYES.
Been a while since we were up to no good, don't you think?
Also, I should probably get to asking Evans to marry me, eh? Got the feeling she's going to leave me soon if I don't. If she doesn't leave me for pestering her.