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[alt_charlie]

So, if I show up tomorrow afternoon to rub your feet, will you be happy to see me or will I get you cursing me forever for getting you into this mess?

Seriously, though: I was going to have Friday off like usual, but Robert wanted to rearrange his shifts this week and I agreed. Would you like the company? I can only barely imagine how miserable you're feeling by this point. I can give the kiddo a stern talking-to about hurrying the fuck up.

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[alt_nymphadora]

Mmm. I'm starting to remember how absolutely marvy it was to do things like not sleep. And try to keep on top of housekeeping. And eating. And actually washing up.

Kreacher is more of a help lately. Loads. And Remus and Sirius are certainly old hands at nappies and taking over shifts. But with Miss Bea in the mix too (and I have a feeling she'll be in need of tonnes of extra attention, by the way,) yes, let's just say for now, more the merrier, and if I get a bad case of 'had enough,' I'll be sure to let you know, yeah?

[alt_charlie]

Right then -- I'll let her know she should ask you. I'll be there too, as long as I can be. Bill's already plotted with the Twins to come up with a convincing 'family emergency' for me to get off work for a few days, and I've been building up as much goodwill as I can so people won't mind covering for me.

And yeah, I'm worried about Bea feeling left out when the Bap shows up, but at least with the four of us running around, there'll always be somebody to take her aside and do something special with her. I'll make sure to do that when I'm there today, actually, I learned some new storytelling illusion spells in barracks last week.

(Speaking of this afternoon, I should be free around two or so, maybe a bit earlier. I'll just pop 'round once I am.)