I'm back now at the house. Seems nothing burned down while I was away, which is a good sign. Not that I'd really care beyond the fact that all my books are inside it, and the fact that I'd have no other place to reside at. Well, I'm sure I could always pay for room and board at Hogwarts if it was absolutely neccessary, but I highly doubt that that plan would go through well at all. I supposed why I wouldn't care is because I have no sentimental value to this place. No memories, at least. Well, none that I'd like to, or deem worthy enough to, remember.
Well, it seems like more Order work was delivered to me while I was away. I best get to it before I completely push it aside.
Maybe I'll get a chance to read something. I feel like a good fairytale tonight.
Yes, old men do read fairytales at times. Mind you, not all the time but it happens. I've never gotten tired of Peter Pan.
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