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Goodnight and joy be to you all.
Mar. 8th, 2003 12:58 amNote to self: Claustrophobic Dark Arts professors do not make good traveling companions. However, when you finally reach your destination they are very agreeable so long as they are frequently fed, watered and walked.
My grandmother's burial service was tasteful and brief, which is very appropriate as she was also tasteful, and brief.
( The same, unfortunately, cannot be said for the wake. )
Grandmum left me the house.
Not just the house, but the entire estate. All of it, from the cuckoo clock in the kitchen to the bookshelves in Grandfather's study, to the linens Sirius and I slept on the night before, to the grounds surrounding the Manor, is mine. Also mine is a tidy sum of gold locked up tight at Gringotts. Mine.
Needless to say, I was completely floored, and my cousins were none too pleased (especially Second Cousin Amanuensis, who suddenly knew a lot more hexes than I thought he capable of learning). Once the reading was finished, and we settled things with the solicitor, we beat a hasty retreat back to school (by way of Floo this time, for Sirius's sake). And once back here I was thrown back into lessons, so I haven't had time to really process it all.
A house! Why, I don't even know what to DO with one.
(According to Sirius, the phrase to use here would be: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-HA.)
My grandmother's burial service was tasteful and brief, which is very appropriate as she was also tasteful, and brief.
( The same, unfortunately, cannot be said for the wake. )
Grandmum left me the house.
Not just the house, but the entire estate. All of it, from the cuckoo clock in the kitchen to the bookshelves in Grandfather's study, to the linens Sirius and I slept on the night before, to the grounds surrounding the Manor, is mine. Also mine is a tidy sum of gold locked up tight at Gringotts. Mine.
Needless to say, I was completely floored, and my cousins were none too pleased (especially Second Cousin Amanuensis, who suddenly knew a lot more hexes than I thought he capable of learning). Once the reading was finished, and we settled things with the solicitor, we beat a hasty retreat back to school (by way of Floo this time, for Sirius's sake). And once back here I was thrown back into lessons, so I haven't had time to really process it all.
A house! Why, I don't even know what to DO with one.
(According to Sirius, the phrase to use here would be: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-HA.)
