I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good
Mar. 27th, 2011 01:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_ronWell. 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?
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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Date: 2011-03-28 04:17 am (UTC)The Strettons are being decent enough so far. Maureen's still here. (You know, the muggleborn nanny.) Gemma's Sing-Ami quit working but I think I've got it going again. I'm not sure if it would still be on key with the others but she only has the one.
You know what's odd? As I was coming down the corridor a few hours ago a door opened suddenly right by me and I flinched. And I realised it was because part of me still worries that I'm going to come round a corner and one of the Carrows will be there. I didn't have any friends to watch my back and I knew THAT but somehow I didn't KNOW the Carrows wouldn't be there.
I'll probably get used to NOT being afraid I'm going to run into them alone just in time to go back to school.
(And it was Maureen coming through the door.)