Tuesdays were named after the Norse war god Tyr - the God of Justice. I just read that on a beermat. I feel it should be significant.
[Friends] So yeah, my parents just kicked me out -- for real this time. Apparently, they do have a limit, and me presenting Lady Travers with all the letters her husband has sent me is that limit. Not my fault the man is a creep, but it does mean I'm no longer expected to marry his son. Told you I'd get out of that one. Just like I got out of marrying Rowle.
But unfortunately, I now have about 10 sickles to my name. Which I will be gleefully squandering on a celebratory meal and drink at The Leaky Cauldron. Join me if you're bored.