I found this thing hulking behind a disused armoire in the commonroom, and wouldn't you know it, it's mine! Seems like even my natter must resort to hiding to escape the affections of the ladies, nowadays. Not that I expected anything less, of course.
Just in time for another Hogsmeade excursion, as well! It feels like it's been ages since the last one, I'm already out of Levitating Sherbet Balls and I've snapped three quills in the last week on this bloody thing. I should probably buy it a new belt to keep it in place. Or a leash or something, to keep it from running off like that again!
As much as I would love invite some of the fine young women I've gotten closer to over the past few weeks, tomorrow's outing is part of a tradition that has been going strong since the latter half of second year, so! Terry Boot! Which stores do you need to stop at? I was thinking maybe Scrivenshafts first, get that boring stuff out of the way so we can have some fun in Honeyduke's, and maybe drop by that rare book shop you like so much?