Order Only: Private Message to Bill Weasley

Feels like half the time I'm writing to you in this thing I'm apologising for not writing fast enough, but Merlin, this weekend has been a nightmare -- Copacati (one of our pair of Peruvian Vipertooths) fractured her wing early Saturday morning, so we were all called out to help get it braced up. And she managed to bite six of us in the process, including yours truly since I was already out of it from the burn-healing potions, and although we all carry the antivenin and have built up a pretty good immunity besides, it still knocks you for a loop. (Don't worry, I'm out of the infirmary, at least, and Deirdre put her foot down and said there was no way I was going to recuperate in barracks so I'm tucked up snug in their cabin until the last of it wears off. Still, once again, let's not tell Mum.)

Never a dull moment, around here, that's for sure. Especially since whatever it is those goddamn bastards are doing to my dragons around the solstices, for the wards, seems to start making them crankier and crankier, earlier and earlier, each time. Still trying to wrangle my way into figuring out what's going on there. No luck yet.

How goes the new job? I forgot to ask, last week.

Anyway, I'm hoping that not having anything to do for the next few days but catch up on my reading and sleep off the venom will give me a tactical advantage, so I'll start us off: d4.