I'm starting to feel neglected. None of my many pastry snacks have been drugged with anything, and I have yet to have one magic-addled brainless bloke pining away for me in a drooling haze. I mean, just what's wrong with me, anyway?

This is what I get for focusing on work. Oh, well.

Weasleys! Get your arses to the Burrow sometime. It's bloody weird, this place being as quiet as it is.