InsaneJournal

It's very nice being back at the campstead. Henrietta missed the ladies, and it is good being able to see my parents. Every night since I've been home we've had a lovely bonfire and cuddled up with the guests to roast bangers and marshmallows and whatever we'd like and just sing songs and stay cheery.





My parents have a tradition that we write wishes and hopes for the new year, write them on little slips of paper and toss them into the fire. The paper is charmed, and you don't know what color the smoke will be when you write down, but when they burn, it will burn either pink, green, blue or yellow. If it's pink, your wish will not happen this year at all. If it is green, your wish or hope will come true quite soon! If it's blue, it'll come true, but might not be until mid-year. And if it's yellow, it might be this year, but not until late.

I'm here with my slips. Anyone want to give me a wish and I'll tell you which it will be?? If you don't want others to know, you can ward just to me and I'll tell you the result. It's quite fun!