Auntie Muriel says...

Your presence is requested, nay, demanded at hoggywartyxmas, a low-pressure Christmas fic exchange featuring the Hogwarts staff and their good friends, including yours truly.

Come on now! Remember, I'm 108! I might not last many more Christmasses! And you wouldn't want to deny an old woman some fun in her final years, now, would you?

hoggywartyxmas ~ hoggywartyxmas ~ hoggywartyxmas

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My God, you guys. I so badly want a cigarette today, it's not even funny. As soon as the sun's out and the weather starts warming up in a summery way, I want to smoke. It's crazy.

And you know what? I really do want to. Sitting out at the table outside on a warm day, reading and smoking? I fucking miss it. I miss it bad. As soon as the weather starts warming up, I start thinking about it, about those long summer afternoons reading and smoking and relaxing.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

But I want to travel again more. I want to go overseas again. I need to know that it is possible, that I am working for something other than paying off debt. And the only way that I can afford that is to bank my smoke money every week.

Just needed to type that out, to remind myself why I am doing this.