Today I'm recovering from a hangover, because yesterday we went out to celebrate Ginger Gudgeon's birthday.
What I learned is that both of them HATE Auror training. They're not just complaining for the fun of it. I didn't expect the drinks to hit me so fast, but they must have been stronger than what I'm used to.
That's alright. We ended up at The Three Broomsticks, and Madam Rosmerta loves us. She gave us our final drinks and made sure we got home alright. We did. It's nice that most of us live in Scotland, it wasn't as long a ride as it could've been on the Knight Bus.
So Happy Birthday, Ginger.
Also, Happy Birthday Gwenog, and Happy Birthday Sarah Prewett.
The weekend is coming in two days, and next week late in the week, Milo starts his NEWTs. He's lucky that he has friends who are interested in revising too, whether they need the NEWTs or not. His schedule is hard because all of his exams are at the end, and I hate sitting exams when everybody else has already finished sitting theirs. Milo is going to do well on his exams, and he'll have a lot of choices to make when he gets out of school.
Obviously This is a good time to remind everybody that I'm still brewing and selling Contraceptive Concoctions.
Portree won their last match of the season, and the Wanderers are going to win theirs because they're playing the Cannons. I'm crossing my fingers for the Magpies to bury the Falcons in a pit of self-loathing so that all of them can overreact and get arrested again this month. That's what I want most.
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