Well, this looks interesting enough.

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Didn't know I had an alter-ego, to be perfectly honest. Don't have to name it, do I?

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Well, I can't say I'm exactly grateful.


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Beginning to wonder if we ought to start bets on the next virus, I am. Shrinking? Weightlessness? I daresay those'd be more interesting.

'Least this one's had it's purpose, anyway. If that great git of a brother I've got stops laughing long enough, we might be able to use it for the Shop. Just a matter of what to name it, is all- suppose a suggestion or two is always welcome.

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Looks like we've got a Boggart in the chest downstairs.

Oy, and Jack, tell me you made good use of the you-know-what. I'll settle with nothing less than a roof-shattering explosion.

Fifth time we've shattered the desk this month, that was. Don't tell Fred, but I'm getting a tad doubtful that those exploding buttertarts he so fancies are going to do very well- storage issues and all.

'Less we keep them outside, that is, but you never know when something's about to up and grow legs. A bit problematic one would think it, having them walk out on us.

I do wonder if Bill would appreciate a couple as his wedding gift.

Ah, well. Suppose we could always try apples or some such.

Spell checker? How d'you check your spells on a muggle contraption? Or check them in general, actually. Probably dad tampering with it as usual.