To those who thought it would be amusing to forward all of their post to the Quidditch Commission's Offices, please be advised you will be receiving a memorandum shortly. It has been entirely the wrong week to make my life difficult. My neighbor's son has an ear infection that has been keeping everyone within shouting distance up half the night. You really do not want to test what little patience I have left.

It's not that I'm not grateful to Cleansweep, because I am, everyone likes to have sponsors. It's just that I wish this had happened a week ago before I'd gotten my new broom for the season.

Oh well, I guess Harry just got a brand new Nimbus for himself not that he's got the time to use it.

I wasn't aware there was still someone in the world who thought it would be a good idea to hand me a baby at a photo op. Thank you, whoever you are, for that spectacular display of sprog spewing that I have ever seen.

It feels bloody brilliant to be home. Five years is a long time and while I'll miss Poland, there's something to be said for actually understanding the contract that you're signing.

Cat's happy to be home as well. I can tell he's missed this place.