I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

[alt_sally_anne]

Neville, thanks so much for inviting me to Blackpool again. I tried to go a bit easier on the candy floss this time and restrained any urges I got to dare Gryffindors to get on roller coasters!

I've sent your Grandmother an owl with a proper thank-you, hopefully she'll get that later today.

And how shockingly rude of Finnigan and Thomas to tell you they were coming, and then change their minds at the last minute like that. The good part is, I think we had more fun without them. (I felt a little guilty taking off at five but at least I told you that's what I was going to do when I RSVP'd, since I was invited to both your party and Harry's.)

I fell into bed when I got home and Maureen was kind enough to keep Gemma away this morning so I could have a lie-in. And tomorrow I'm off to that CCF camp and I can't do even one more pull-up than I could do before, I hope they don't send me straight home again. At least I can run a little faster.

Comments

[alt_lee]

Ouch.

[alt_neville]

Yeah.

[alt_terry]

That's awful.

[alt_gredforge]

You said it.

That'll win no points for Gryffindor for tact.

[alt_ron]

Tact?

This is Finnigan we're talking about.

Unless this is write the opposite day and no one said.