Daisy Hookum (daisypetal) wrote in triumphic, @ 2014-04-19 09:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !journal, 1991 : 04, hookum daisy, skeeter rita, tonks |
Approximately five minutes into any given visit home some variation on this conversation is bound to happen:
Mum: Have you set a date yet?
Me: Winter.
Mum: This winter?
Me: Any winter.
Mum: dramatic speeches about old maids and adorable grandbabies and whatnot.
I mean, Tilden would make adorable grandbabies, she does have a point there. But it's sort of fun to make her stew. Meanwhile I'm getting paid to go to Kneazle shows. High profile, no. Super fun day at the office, definitely. Currently covered in fur mind you and some of the purebred Kneazles were a bit frisky with their claws - hot tip, if you plan to do this, visit the purebred cages first. Apparently they'll flip out if you have a million other cat smells on you. That courtesy of the very nice man at the entrance. Anyway it's a three day event so look for the details in tomorrow morning's Prophet under the photo of me holding an enormous grey thing.
On a more serious note, I did think maybe the Azkaban escapees would have been caught by now. There's a lot of newsroom rumours of course but none of them seem particularly more credible than the others. Obviously the Aurors would want to keep any real information secret so Lestrange and Rosier don't get advance warning but the silence is extremely unnerving. Here's hoping for a quick resolution.