Never a good thing when ya wake up in the morning and dunno where you are. Bloody hell, mates. I didn't get that pissed last night, yeah? I know I was at the Burrow. Funny joke, yeah? Where's Wizarding London? Diagon Alley? Funny joke, you gits. I know I ain't back here again. It was a dream, and I'll bloody wake up again and Crookshanks will be pissin' on my trousers again and I will have to hex the damn thing and...
Bloody hell. I'm going out of my fucking mind.
... Bollocks. What day is it?
Edit; Can someone lend me some cash? I'll double it for you by next week, promise. But I need some tonight in a 'I'm either going to die or eat people' kind of emergency way.