Through and through and yonder went.

Good lord, where's the week gone? I hardly know anymore, I'm so very busy. Had a fresh crate of phookas delivered. Hate the bloody things, always up to no good.

Speaking of which - Sirius, I need to see you about something. Would you come to my office after your last lesson tomorrow? I'll ask the house-elves bring up a bit of supper.

And Severus, I got your message and I am on my way down. Are you certain? That would be... well, rather odd. And not a little bit frightening, don't you think?

Finally, woe betide Finchberg it would seem. After that dismal match I've no interest in American Quidditch at all anymore. Bother them all. I'll stick to England thanks very much.

I'm off to see a wizard.