Lily E. Potter

[Private to James]
Do you know what we forgot in the midst of our (much needed and lovely!) holiday and the incident at the Quidditch match this past weekend?

Providing, of course, that my husband still has his head intact, there should be an advertisement in the Paper soon about an opening shop position at my our Apothecary. Those interested need not necessarily be proficient in potions (though it would clearly help) and should have good interpersonal skills, experience with working with customers, and a good work ethic.

Private to the Potters:
I could have sworn that I picked up two bottles of milk yesterday evening at the market, yet there is only half a bottle left. Did either of you have an enormous amount of cereal overnight or has Sirius raided the pantry again? Nevertheless, I'll be a bit late on getting home again since I need to pick up some essentials now. Is there anything you both need?

This might be rather difficult to admit (seeing as I very rarely admit that I'm wrong), but I have finally come to my senses, Mssr. Potter and Mssr. Black. Having a family cat is an atrocious idea! Not only would it ruin the couch by scratching it all to pieces and getting its hair every where, but it would also run off our regular company! And goodness knows, if we did get one, my sister would feel more inclined to come over. She would likely draw the conclusion that we have gotten rid of our "mangy black dog that smells of something awful" and came to our senses and gotten an "adorable kitten who is superbly well-mannered."

So, on the basis of keeping my sister, her husband, and their never-satiated son away from our house as often as possible, I concede, gentleman. No animals of the feline variety will ever (willingly and knowingly, mind you) be brought into our house.

Now, I'm sorry for the insensitivity and for quite clearly going a bit batty. And yes, you might want to mark this rare day on your calendar.

( It is at the edge of a petal that love awaits. )