I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

[alt_ron]

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.

Comments

[alt_pansy]

Well, you can always ask her again, and if she doesn't want us over at the Burrow, we could always meet in New London instead.

Maybe it was just because you asked right after you got home?

[alt_ron]

Yeah, 'course I can. And I know it had nothing to do with not wanting us to have friends come here. That's not how Mum is at all.

Well, y'know. You've seen her.

But it was really odd last night. And she kept us all up really late, too. Like she didn't want anyone to go to bed. Which, y'know, she's usually shouting at us to get in our rooms and lights out and no more talking and stop going back and forth and if anyone slams another door, they'll be very sorry indeed.

But last night, she kept making excuses. And this morning she let us all sleep. I mean, we had breakfast at noon, I think. Later, maybe.

Now you probably won't want to come, if I make you think Mum's truly gone round the twist. She was all right today. And she'd cooked all this amazing food for tonight: I guess that's what she was doing all night last night while we were cleaning the lounge and the stairs and the cupboards and the loos and all. Baking. Tarts and bread. And meat pies. And that thing she does with runner beans and bacon. We're all completely stuffed tonight!

[alt_gredforge]

And then after the big breakfast, she asked us when we were having Lee over. Like nothing had happened.