I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good
Feb. 22nd, 2012 09:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_sally_anneMy mum's birthday is on February 24th. Which is Friday.
I knit her some socks, which I owled to Mrs Weasley for her to deliver but I really wish
I wish I could visit her. Mum, I mean, not Mrs Weasley. A surprise visit. I don't know how I'd manage it. I thought about trying it in the summer once, when I was living with the Woods, because we would go on these long broom rides and Bagwyllydiart is actually sort of close to Wales, but I couldn't think up a good way to leave Oliver behind. And I'd guessed about the Woods and their muggleborns but I had to pretend I didn't know. I sort of hoped I'd get to go back there and maybe, if I lived there for longer, they'd trust me and I could tell them I wanted to go?
But then the Strettons wanted me back and of course it was just as well.
I hate February.
I knit her some socks, which I owled to Mrs Weasley for her to deliver but I really wish
I wish I could visit her. Mum, I mean, not Mrs Weasley. A surprise visit. I don't know how I'd manage it. I thought about trying it in the summer once, when I was living with the Woods, because we would go on these long broom rides and Bagwyllydiart is actually sort of close to Wales, but I couldn't think up a good way to leave Oliver behind. And I'd guessed about the Woods and their muggleborns but I had to pretend I didn't know. I sort of hoped I'd get to go back there and maybe, if I lived there for longer, they'd trust me and I could tell them I wanted to go?
But then the Strettons wanted me back and of course it was just as well.
I hate February.