DAY NINE

Watcha doin?

Changing bed linen.

Looks like fun, want some help?

Um, so yeah, Minerva? Sitting in the middle of the sheet I'm trying to remove and looking smug, not so much with the helping.

Oh sorry.* snirk*

Minerva? The sitting under the bed and attacking my feet, also not helping. And that thing with the duvet, you know, getting inside the cover and then screaming that you are lost in a snow blizzard? Really, really not helping.

Wow, has anyone ever told you how critical you are? I bet I grow up with a complex or something.

IF you grow up.

I heard that.