Dad

[alt_ron]

Sorry I couldn't send anything for your birthday, not even a letter with all the owls gone.

Anywiz. I remembered!

Is Mum making something great for supper? Wish we could be home for it.

Yeah.

Well, many happy returns.

Comments

[alt_pansy]

Glad to see you're up and about.

Next time, if you want to say anything remotely bad about a professor ever, do me a favour and just don't.

Oh, and did you see? Apparently, we're part of a super secret club. And you're my girlfriend. I think Padma must have had an extra helping of crazy at dinner.

[alt_ron]

I'm your what?!!

[alt_pansy]

Like I said. Crazy. You'd make for a really hideous girl.

[alt_pansy]

No offence.

[alt_ron]

Well, I'm not really the type for hair thingers and glitter charms.

[alt_pansy]

Not to mention you'd look terrible in pastels.

[alt_ron]

Pastels are like pink, yeah?

Doesn't really go with my hair, I guess.

[alt_arthur]

Thank you, my dear boy. Yes, your mum made a roast chicken and some of her famous rosemary garlic potatoes. Bill joined us. The only thing that would have made it perfect would have been to have everyone gathered round the table with us.

I hope you're feeling more the thing today.

[alt_gredforge]

Happy Birthday Dad.