( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Lord, you said I may speak to you if I had need.

I have found that I do.

Albus, I have been attempting to bite my tongue over this for the longest time, and while I thought I might make it through the bout of honesty without allowing it to spill, I find myself compelled to write this for reasons beyond my understanding.

For someone so exceptionally bright, you can be ridiculously naive at times. While it does bother me, I also don't mind because it provides me with the sort of opportunities that I have to attempt to push you to your full potential. Even if that means that I have to occasionally manipulate your feelings.

I've lost my last packet of Bensons. This is mildly traumatic.

Also, I spilled white acrylic on the couch. I got most of it out but not all of it so now there's going to be a suspicious stain on our couch and people will come round for visits and tea and go "oh, euw, that is disgusting, what do they get up to in that flat?" and refuse to sit near the stain and then never come back, and the truth of it is just that I took too many steps backwards when I was painting this morning and bumped into the couch and dropped my palette. So, yes, that's the reason for the stain. And why we've got a Lichtenstein.

Arthur, I did a couple of Bacons for you as well, but they're still drying out a bit more so don't touch. Ariadne, the pen and ink sketches are for you. I'm getting some tea.