How are you doing, kid? Can I even call you kid if you're older than me? Anyway, I was thinking you could pick a regular night for dinners.

I have a proposition for you lot, if you're interested. I offered the last time I was here, I believe, but so much has changed in between that time, including most of you.

I suppose it's Richard now, isn't it? [...] Is it possible to have my old room back?

Happy birthday, Daniel. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you woke up, but I tried to make you french toast for breakfast. OOps It's edible, I promise, but it isn't half as good as yours.

I love you.

I hope you didn't make plans for this evening, love. It's an important day, and I love celebrating you.

Scheherazade is even making herself all yours today.

I've been planning my wedding to Sam. I had been talking about them with your mother*. She, of course, gave sane rational input I'm lucky to have received. You're welcome to be a part of it - the planning, the ceremony - if you would like. But I'd understand if you wouldn't. I plan to have the ceremony sometime this month. You are the light of my life, the most important part of it, and what I'm most proud of. I hope to see you there. And don't worry, I'll be making much nicer invitations later.

With love,
Dad**

It's time for serious wedding planning. May I have the honor of your presence as my trusted right hand on this, again?

I have a request. I'll have half as many as Shakespeare wrote sonnets throughout the month, but this one's an important one. Can I have your attention for a moment?

James, Lily, Peter, Molly, Hestia. They're all gone from my world. Who's going to be my best mate?

Think you can catch a tennis ball on a trident? I got an even better question to follow that.

She's gone...

Are you busy?

I don't often use profanity. But right now... fuck all of you.

Could I have a few days off?