I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Um.

So last night I asked about having people over. Y'know, when would be a good time and all, because obviously we all know Mum loves it when we have people. The more the merrier, right?

And she gave me the most

I don't know what kind of look

a LOOK

like I'd asked her if it'd be all right if I practised Transfig by turning Ginny's head back and forth to a pumpkin

and she dropped a whole basket of runner beans on the floor and left the room. Left them all there on the floor, didn't she?

And when she came back, she had a list of ten things for each of us to do. All in separate parts of the house. INSIDE the house, mind you, and when I went to beat one of the rugs outside, I found out she'd put some locking charm on all the doors.

And, y'know, this sort of thing's happened before, but I think this time Mum may just have gone completely off her nut.

Mind you, she cooked us all eggs and toast soldiers this morning and pretended none of it'd happened at all.