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.