Bloody hell. I don't know what that was, but I don't appreciate my head being messed with or my actual memories being taken away. [Private to Albus' family and friends]
Shit. That little jaunt I took means I nearly missed Albus' birthday.
Lily, I know you've started planning, but what do you need me to do? Ron, Harry, you lot are gonna have to cook. You know I'm rubbish in a kitchen.