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You know, I'm counting down the days (three, by the way!) to the Quidditch finals, as in, like, I'm actually excited. A year ago, I didn't even know the proper name for a snitch, it was just 'that fluttering gold thinger'. I think I was seriously missing out! At least that's what Cormac tells me, he says 'Mummy, you're so silly to not have known stuff about Quidditch, and I'm going to be so much smarter than you about it because just look at my room with all this Quidditch stuff and you're so lucky to have me around because otherwise you'd still be in the dark and then where would you be, hm?'

Cormac's a very verbose baby for one that can't actually form full words or sentences yet, as you can clearly see.

I feel like I haven't written in this journal in forever, although it's probably only been like, a week. Which is basically forever, I guess, because a lot can happen in a week, so how are you all? Has anything horribly momentus (oooh big word, you like it?) happened within the past seven days?

I really love being home. I love being with Rosalie too, but I miss home and my baby and good news is that I'm not sick, so I can come home all I want and the point is that I really missed my baby. And Bentley and Donut and Donnelly too, it's been so weird not sleeping with at least one of them curled up in my bed. And I didn't like being at Mungo's when Mum finally came around, noooothankyou there, stupid hag

And I suppose I missed you too, Finn. :)

This has been a very long entry, I think. I should stop here, and maybe now I'll go out and get some hot chocolate because it's very cold outside despite it being March. I wish it would warm uppppp sometime soon please. :(