31st July, 2080
How can I describe all the little horrors that have occurred to day? I just don't know where to begin. Too tired. Suffice it to say, my birthday was quite eventful and I feel as though I've been caught out at sea in some great tempestuous storm!
It started out well enough, with breakfast in bed (S can be sweet sometimes), but went rapidly downhill after. I can't believe how many people stopped by to give their birthday greetings and drop off presents. So many unnecessary things! But I guess that's to be expected, at 100. I've everything I need (and want) already and it's enough to know that I have friends and family to mark these occasions with. My feet are always cold these days, though, and I find I understand Albus and his socks more daily. Oh, Albus … I miss him and so many others …
Of course, there was a party…
I'm amazed that I'm still recognisable as myself and still sane! You'd think that after over 100-years my godfather and Severus would have learnt some restraint when around each other. But no, they're still both trying to have the last word in an argument that began before I was born!
I have no idea how long it will take for Sirius' hair to return to it's natural colour, or how long before the boils clear up, but Severus should be done vomiting slugs within the hour, then perhaps we can go to bed and find ways to put this tiring day behind us.
Notes: challenge response. Harry Potter's 100th Birthday Journal Entry.