I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

[alt_ron]

Well. It's the usual here. Good food, but loads of things Mum needs done before she'll let us eat!

Half-seven this morning, I think, she comes tromping in my room, carrying a pair of wellies she'd got by bartering stuff and says she hopes I enjoyed the lie-in, but the chickens need feeding. And then she says while I'm out there, maybe I could just pop up on the roof of the chicken coop and patch it where the shingles blew off. Says she'd meant to get that done before we came home, but she'd been so busy cooking and baking...

Yeah. And this afternoon we're fixing the fence at the bottom of the garden that's meant to keep the goats out of Mum's vegetable patch.

Anywiz, breakfast and lunch were well fantastic, and she's making roast for supper. And Bill's coming, so there'll be at least two kinds of pie or maybe pie and a cake. But it's going to be good whatever it is, because she's being all secret about it.

Oh, and Nev. I asked Mum about getting new shoes on her barter network--actually, I told her that instead of wellies it would've been better to get me shoes, but she didn't get cross about me being smart 'cause she got grumbling about Professor Carrow, instead. She's really, really cross they've let him stay at the school. And, y'know, she doesn't usually say things about teachers like that because she doesn't want us to think it's all right to talk rubbish about adults and teachers or whatnot, but she was just fuming about him. And she said it was okay, she'd work out how to get new shoes for me before we go back, and I don't have to keep wearing these awful ancient things Madam Pomfrey found for me. Well. They won't be new shoes, but y'know. So that's good. I was worried she'd be cross with me for getting mine melted.

So.

What are you lot up to? (Since none of you wrote back to me the other night. Or rode home with us.)

If you're not too good to be talking to us now.

What about you, Terry? Castle's dead quiet now, I guess. What do you get up to when we're not there?

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[alt_ron]

Yeah, but what'll you do if Malfoy makes a fuss about it? Probably ride with him again.

Whatever.

Yeah. Those shoes were really dead ancient. I don't even know how old. But I was afraid to try transfiguring them cause, well, y'know. At least they're shoes.

I rather like thumping about in wellies, though!

D'you know what she had for us last night? Bangers and mash, which is one of my favourite things, but we don't have it that often because Mum won't keep pigs, so she has to buy sausages or barter for them. Says she just doesn't like pigs and won't have them here. But who doesn't love bacon and sausages and pork roast, y'know? Anywiz, Mum got in a whole load of sausages so we'd have them while we're home.

[alt_pansy]

A promise is a promise. I'd told Draco I'd sit with him before you wrote, so I wasn't going to go backsies on that, and I won't go backsies on this either.

Maybe you could use them to practice Transfig once you get your new pair?

I'm trying to imagine you wearing wellies and your school uniform. That'd be rich.

And I love bangers and mash! Toad in the hole too. Mina makes it every now and then, even though mum doesn't like it because it's fattening, and it is ace.

[alt_sally_anne]

I've heard you can eat the whole entire pig, that there's no bit you can't use, even without transfiguring. Everything you'd have to throw away from another animal, like the guts, you can eat when it's a pig. Even the FEET. And the NOSE.

Which sounds like pretty much the world's most perfect animal to me. Why doesn't your mum like them?

[alt_ron]

Says she can't bear the smell. I guess the pens stink. Or maybe it's really the pigs. I don't know.

I'd ask her, but I don't really want her to think about keeping more animals. That'd just be more work for everybody.

And I don't care how she gets sausages. Just wish we had them more often.