I’m wasting my very valuable summer holiday stuck in the middle of nowhere with every person in the bloody family. This means my family, insane enough in themselves, along with Uncle Charlie and his girlfriend Andrea, Uncle Percy and his brood, Fred, Roxy, Uncle George and Auntie Angelina, Ron, Hermione, Rosie, and Hugo, and of course, the Potters. And with the Potters comes trouble, in the form of a deliciously handsome metamorphmagus.

Hmm, a letter. Wonder who it’s from. I did owl Jenny week before last, begging her to rescue me from this madhouse, but she’s on holiday in the South of France. Even if Luca did manage to find her, I doubt she’d write back, whether she found time or not. Jen’s not known for multitasking particularly well, and she gets worked up over the smallest things. I half-hope she didn’t get the letter. I’d hate to ruin her holiday. Nope. This one’s probably from Huebert. Crap.