Thank you to whoever left a bouquet of Aquitaine wildflowers on my doorstep this morning. My favourite, however did you guess?
[Edmund the Elf] Burn them.
[Fletcher] Buckie Thatcher has gone and got himself nicked by the Muggle police. Ever since the bridge incident, the muggle authorities are on high alert, and Buckie is slower than a week in jail. Which is quite fitting, really.
Should I leave him there to stew? Or does he owe you money?
[James] I haven't seen your cheeky little face in a while. Keeping out of trouble?
[Jax] I need to practice hitting things with a long stick. I would like to use your gym.