Sometimes I envy people with small families. 
Right now is one of those times. 
You might think I’m being overdramatic. 
If so, you obviously haven’t met my family. 
Sure, I love them all, but honestly? I could do without these massive family parties. 
I’d be willing to bet all the money I own (which, I admit, isn’t really all that much) that this Easter will turn into something hugely problematic and catastrophic. 
But it is a Weasley Easter.
What else would you expect?

Brooms just do not like me one bit.
 
I have this theory, you see.
 
I believe that all the brooms in England have united to get revenge on me for that time I accidentally set fire to a broom, covered it in James’ birthday cake in my attempt to douse it (don’t ask how, because I’ve really no idea…), slammed it in a door and then snapped it in two.
 
But that’s just my opinion.

I was innocently playing an intense game of chess against Rose (who had clearly inherited her father’s skill at the game and therefore had already beaten me three times.) to pass the time while the boys slept.
 
“Oh look, Lily’s shaved the cat!” (Yes, I was attempting to cheat. I’m corrupt, remember?)
 
Unfortunately Rose isn’t that stupid (although knowing my family, Lily shaving the cat is really not that far-fetched) which is probably why she was beating me in the first place.

Personally, I was shocked at his audacity.

Teddy-Head Boy-material-Lupin should not be behaving so irresponsibly.

That was my job.