I did get them, thanks. (And just because I asked about him doesn't mean I've gone all soppy, you know. But thanks.) Thirty-five. Morgana, I'm old.

As for Christmas - well, pre-Christmas ... I hardly know what to say. Yes, of course I'll come. Don't worry about Christmas proper, love. It's just a day. I haven't heard quite what the plans are for Harry; I'll shadow along to wherever he goes. Poppy left me some rather thoughtful ginger biscuits and tea, so I'll be able to Apparate a little more easily. Which is good, because even as Padfoot, it's a long way to London in this weather!