George and me went over to 12 Grimmauld Place for breakfast. Snape gave us the evil eye, but he let us sit down to this huge breakfast with Draco and Hermione and Tonks and Remus and Sirius and he didn't even wince much when the kid banged on the table with a spoon. Draco told us Snape been up half the night baking. Apparently, he resorts to the same stress relief that Mum does.

Harry hasn't made an appearance yet.

Bloody good scones. And soda bread. Who knew the bloke had it in him?