Another year in the bin.

[alt_poppy]

And what a year! I trust we will not soon again be tested as we were this past year with the Scourge. In fact, it seems the year to come will bring the silver lining of that dark cloud: the Prophet and these journals have been full of birth announcements in numbers we haven't seen for many a year! I see today alone that congratulations are due to the Hodgsons in Dent, the Peeles of Lyme Regis, and the Herrings of Pocklington. Best wishes to all of you.

Such a hopeful way to ring in the new; such a beacon for spring!

I suppose I needn't say it, but spring cannot come soon enough for me. It's been a dreary and dreadfully cold season here, following on from one of the most blustery, wet autumns I can remember.

Comments

I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

[alt_sally_anne]

I predict that before the night is out, Carrow will be along to snarl something threatening at you for daring to wish anyone at all a Happy Anything.

He follows you around the journals like some sort of hungry animal looking for dinner. I wish he'd fall in the lake and get eaten by the Giant Squid. Or wander too close to the Dementors and get eaten by one of them, though they'd probably throw up what passes for his soul, it's too nasty even for a Dementor.

Re: I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

[alt_terry]

Urgh, no. He's said something to Neville. Did you see?

Re: I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

[alt_sally_anne]

Yes.

What do you suppose Carrow's boggart turns into? I think maybe it's you and Neville together, with power over him.