My new flat is disgusting. I'm embarrassed to bring my interior designer here
let alone Mother. It has pine cabinetry.
Pine. Pine has no place in my flat. It's the wood of poor people and outhouses. Don't even get me started on the smell. If I wanted to smell burnt hair 24/7 I'd just cut out the middle man and set myself on fire.
On the professional side of things, all reporters for
The Hogsmeade Herald should take note I've upped all deadlines for regular columns by an hour. This way, the charms can be added and sent to the printers with enough time to spare and no one has to be running around like a hippogriff with its head cut off come publishing time. It's called common sense.
Also, I hope no one is terribly attached to "The Shrieking Shack". If all goes according to plan, I'll have the monstrosity razed in a month, new construction started in two. Won't be quite so haunted then, I'd imagine. You're welcome.