Sleep is good! I could tell Bill was trying so hard not to jump on me and fuss about me not getting enough of it. (Two more weeks and the last of the spring madness should be nearly done. Merlin, am I looking forward to not having to juggle extended shifts with Order work with sleep and have sleep lose. I'm nearly out of favours to trade, too.) And yes, we've both thought about kidnapping Percy and dropping him down a well somewhere for a year or two until he saw the light. If I thought it had a chance of working, I might, but I don't think it would.
Anyway. I was serious about Becky in the way that a sixteen-year-old boy is serious about a sixteen-year-old girl who will let him put his hands in her knickers. I've grown much more discerning in my old age. These days I only make eyes at the most thoroughly disreputable boys and girls, what with being thoroughly disreputable myself and all. Works out better that way.
I did try to tell Dree that babies are their own selves from the moment they meet the world, but she and Em are not kid people. (Which is one of the reasons why we'd never work as anything more than what we are.) Em doesn't mind when Sally and Robert's little girl -- who is, oh, four? No, five, she just had a birthday -- picks him as the next one she'll follow him around like she's a duckling and he's her mum, at least not until he's heading into the lab to start his brewing and she tries to follow, but Dree doesn't have a lot of patience for that sort of thing. Well, and it makes sense, I suppose, since Anne's sense of self-preservation is not always what it should be for having grown up on a dragon preserve and Dree's usually doing something dangerous again.
Merlin. I just thought -- if maybe-Baby is going to spend any time up here, I'll need to start reviewing all the safety charms now. I know all the ones Sal and Rob insisted we all learn once Anne started walking, but everyone says you're way more paranoid when it's your own.
Sorry. I keep getting hit with moments of "well, that's going to be different!"
Did Kreacher feed you, I hope? If he didn't, I suppose I could send you a hamper of emergency provisions. Or if he did, we could take the hamper and have a nice evening picnic out. I'm next off Thursday, if nothing shakes up the schedule.
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Date: 2014-05-04 06:04 am (UTC)Anyway. I was serious about Becky in the way that a sixteen-year-old boy is serious about a sixteen-year-old girl who will let him put his hands in her knickers. I've grown much more discerning in my old age. These days I only make eyes at the most thoroughly disreputable boys and girls, what with being thoroughly disreputable myself and all. Works out better that way.
I did try to tell Dree that babies are their own selves from the moment they meet the world, but she and Em are not kid people. (Which is one of the reasons why we'd never work as anything more than what we are.) Em doesn't mind when Sally and Robert's little girl -- who is, oh, four? No, five, she just had a birthday -- picks him as the next one she'll follow him around like she's a duckling and he's her mum, at least not until he's heading into the lab to start his brewing and she tries to follow, but Dree doesn't have a lot of patience for that sort of thing. Well, and it makes sense, I suppose, since Anne's sense of self-preservation is not always what it should be for having grown up on a dragon preserve and Dree's usually doing something dangerous again.
Merlin. I just thought -- if maybe-Baby is going to spend any time up here, I'll need to start reviewing all the safety charms now. I know all the ones Sal and Rob insisted we all learn once Anne started walking, but everyone says you're way more paranoid when it's your own.
Sorry. I keep getting hit with moments of "well, that's going to be different!"
Did Kreacher feed you, I hope? If he didn't, I suppose I could send you a hamper of emergency provisions. Or if he did, we could take the hamper and have a nice evening picnic out. I'm next off Thursday, if nothing shakes up the schedule.